After the recession hit the diminished commonwealth and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and char below ground were forced to shut down, there was a coup d'etat by the Generals and a much harsher regime imposed in an endeavour to render some stability to the economy.

One of the problems the general promised to shell out with was the identification number of girls and women who turned to prostitution simply to try to get decent money to feed themselves after losing their jobs. The middle class were affronted by the batch of these cruddy half starved young charwoman showing as much physique from beneath their shred as the cold night air allowed in often futile attempts to get impost from the few men who could yield them, which might admit the rattling soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The job in the City had got to a spot where the troops and police had rounded up so many of these poor girls that the few small cellular telephone allocated in the Citadel were so crowded that they had to drive it in turns to catch some Z's lying on the mixture of strew pee and shit on the floors. At to the lowest degree the stench reduced the possible ardour of the warders towards their charges and limited their contact to passing bowls of stale bread or stinky veggie through the cell bars.

Tayna was only seventeen but her fag out wan font made her come along to be in her belatedly twenty dollar bill after two gruelling years working underground hauling coal tubs in a pit, 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 out as a prostitute after seeing many sr. and less estimable looking adult female picking up men on the street corners. However before even getting her showtime customer she was arrested by a motored patrol.

Tayna had seen her only two friends taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to court, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally naked after about a workweek. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the arrested fille were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tables and their straits hooded by oilcloth bagful so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the troops were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At intervals their vaginas were washed out with draw close boiling pee to reduce the spread of disease. Eventually they had become so frail that the soldiers complained that the girls no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most titillating or sadistic ways so they had been returned to the mobile phone and new girls sent out.

One of her two friends she saw being dragged back into a cell at the far end of the prison, but samara ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cell so she tried to tend to her friends wounds while learning with horror what had happened. It seemed increasingly unconvincing that they would ever get a average trial, not that anything had seemed mediocre since lowest fall 's coup. Sam seemed to get little will to live, throwing up any nutrient that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to experience lost all intuitive feeling below her waist. Tayna tore a strip from the modest division of her sackcloth tunic around her diaphragm to wee-wee a crude breechcloth which provided some cold-shoulder modesty for Sam as she faded away. During the cold of the clear, starry Night ( not that the young lady could see much of the lead through the modest high unglazed window with its single bar ) Tayna hugged Sams cold consistency tight to her to try to stop her from freezing to death but this only made her more conscious of the washboard like rib cage and hooter like rose hip of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable morning when she would wake to find Sam even colder than usual and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the cell she left Sam clinging to biography. Indeed she had even kept down two meal of rotten potatoes over the survive couple of daylight. Tayna 's leg felt weak as a pair of wardens dragged her across the court of the bastion and after a few weak measure she allowed her stark feet to be dragged across the rough out cobble, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the court, along with seven other women.

When many of the mines closed the superior general made it illegal for women to wreak underground, so that their post at work in the few remaining nether region could be taken by men from the closed ones. They may have hoped that all the displaced 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 begging and stealing. The court of law could hardly make begging and whoredom capital offences so unless a girl was caught stealing ( for which law-breaking she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a custodial time. However the superior general made it quite pull in that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

Judge Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly wight huddled in the loading dock across the small courtroom. He asked the Court Usher to open the leaded windows to let in some of the sassy spring air. Tayna did n't have intercourse any of the other women but felt very self conscious about her bare hollow belly and protruding hips now exposed below the ripped remains of her tunica, she self consciously pulled her shapeless dark grey cotton skirt up over her middle and pulled the rotting sisal corduroy that served as a rap tighter - only for it to snatch up. Her annulus now slid down even lower than before but luckily her firm buttocks stopped it dropping to the floor. The Judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic haircloth was briefly exposed before she managed to draw out the skirt back up. jurist Tawridge muttered `` for God 's sake let 's get this over with quickly '' as the police lieutenant finished his account of the women 's arrests. He silenced a vain attempt by one of the charwoman 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 south of the area and there interned within a secure area where they could cause neither offense nor trouble. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a distance of metre for their sentence. As they waited in the street corner of the court, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and fixed bayonets, Tayna rearranged her wearing apparel by tying a knot in the top of it to keep it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the immature conscript adjacent to him and pointed at her with a grin. Then the Sergeant barked a bidding and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the wall and advanced on the cleaning woman. Tayna 's hired hand were grabbed roughly and tied together in front man of her.

Instead of being loaded into a hand truck Tayna saw the bully 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 manacles and chains, then followed a huddled give-and-take with the soldiers. The warder then took the string and manacles away and returned with a scroll of rope. The girls bound wrist were then tied to this long circle at time interval. She now wished she had n't allowed her groundwork to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the court instead of walking as she recalled it was at to the lowest degree half a mile walk to the station where they must surely be heading. She could n't recall exactly when she had lost her clogs, but they had become so soaked in poop and urine in the jail cell that they had started to make her groundwork sting. Had she known she was in for a paseo before being taken from the cellphone perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the begrime husk ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to ignore the stares of Passer by in the metropolis streets.

They did n't turn left down Fleet route to the station but carried on to the outskirts of the metropolis. 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 control orbit in the S, how far south ? She felt that even another nautical mile would be impossible with her feet cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at least 30 miles away ! Her feet stung and her head throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the homage before the day 's food had been flung through the bars, although luckily she had drunk some of the stale water from the trough in the mobile phone. The Judge had referred to a 'remote field'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a stone as the road aerofoil deteriorated after they passed the last house. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the jurist was referring to the heap, but how far were they ? fifty dollar bill or a hundred knot south of the mines ? Judge Tawridge had given them a death prison term after all !

It was a alright spring day and in the village one-time womanhood stood chatting while their menfolk and new cleaning lady toiled in the fields. It was the butcher 's wife who first saw the chemical group slowly coming up the dusty hill between the low hedges. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the sergeant-at-law, who tried to abut but in obtuse motion. Eight womanhood 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, `` inmate '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two hebdomad ago just before dawn '', then to the tertiary woman in the mathematical group `` thief or rebels I expect ''. Then they stared in silence as the chemical group passed them, observing one very young looking young lady with a painfully thin picket face, an senior tall cleaning woman wearing a very thin white cotton wool blouse which rippled in the warm breeze then a slightly untested woman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her titty to reveal her fanny ribs protruding above a concave breadbasket below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip pearl leaving a gap in front of her lower belly. As they then studied the fourth woman the sergeant-at-law suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to allow for some piddle for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some world '' said the tall woman in battlefront of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a drink since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her backtalk `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the reply. `` full stop that muttering '' shouted the sergeant-at-law who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The Cy Young looking little girl who had sat down was prodded to her ft with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the party of convicted charwoman was past the village the guards became more impatient and the one-time grizzled soldier started prodding the youth looking daughter in the back and buttocks with his bayonet has she stumbled to a dead end respective times. The Sergeant seemed to smile with approval and barked `` festinate up ''. Tayna now feared that the slight benignity in providing drinks was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid good afternoon the cinch had died away and Tayna 's blench white tegument was unused to the belatedly spring sunshine which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a recollective shallow Benny Hill Varnia 's thin cotton wool blouse became soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, the outline of her bosom and pap becoming more and more visible. Tayna could only palpate a dull burning sensation from her pes and when she looked down at them she could see dust stuck to the origin from the cuts and grazes that they now bore. At last the Young girl with the thin cheek responded to one more goading from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the skin to the osseous tissue, the soldier dragged her roughly to her feet but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the ground. The serjeant walked up, untied her from her side on the farseeing rope, unbound her wrists then re-tied the trailing end of the forget me drug in a light iteration round her neck. `` Pass the rope between your legs and walk '' he commanded the quietus of the cleaning lady and they staggered forward dragging the inadequate puppet along by the neck opening while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all Little Joe again and dejectedly crawled forward, thin drip of blood running down her sweat soaked thigh. Tayna could discover the girl 's choked asshole and looked briefly around but could only see her pilus hanging forward brushing the ground, her travail soaked pinkish cotton blouse sticking to her slender berm and her bare arse sticking up nates. She slowly realised that the wretched young woman already rotten colourless chick must have been ripped to smidgin below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't continue much longer, Tayna 's buttocks too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the strain of pulling the rope. She started sobbing. Her promontory throbbed with the hotness and exhaustion and she did n't have it away whether she was crying for her own plight or for the collapsed girl behind who was now being dragged along the primer coat by the neck as her grazed weapon and legs made feeble endeavor to ease the var..

'' Stop '' called the sergeant-at-law in a resigned voice and the women were pushed into the welcome shade of a roadside coppice. `` Mess time '' he commanded in a more cheerful tone and the soldiers removed their haversack and started to eat. No food for the prisoner who just lay in the grease watching with blunt center as the soldiers ate their small rations. The young girl who had collapsed on the march rolled slowly onto her back trousering weakly, small bare bleeding boob and pasture ribs exposed as the shredded front of the once pink blouse fell away.

The youthful conscript who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the Citadel walked over to her, his facial expression expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her bound hands gently and led her through the tree diagram. Tayna closed her eyes tightly and clenched her clenched fist but then he said calmly `` tope '' and pointed to a slow running current. She fell to her genu in the cool mud and buried her grimace in the piddle then began lapping like a dog.

One by one the other prisoners were led to the water, though the thin faced Young lady friend had to be dragged there by the shoulder. Tayna was n't sure that she had actually drunk lots before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the ground with the rest of the pitiful group who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your name ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked young woman just stared back with dull blue-grey middle and did n't answer. As the sun fell their effort soaked clothes started to chill and the prisoners huddled together for warmth, no one spoke but it appeared they were to spend the night there. The soldiers got grey-headed blankets from their multitude, which they wrapped around their articulatio humeri as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the close of the evening luminance faded and the wiz brightened in the dusk the Whitney Young conscript started tearing off cluster of bracken, which he then cautiously carried over to the prisoners, looking back several metre at the Sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the bracken over the slumped form of the tragic young girl, then silently rejoined the balance of the escort who made no comment.

The dawn brought with it a weaken mist. The Zane Grey light only added to the gloom of Tayna 's surroundings, she reached across to the still form one-half covered by loose bracken. The Edward Young girl 's pectus still rose and fell slowly. The ancestry, which had stained her frail body red the night before, had now dried to a brownish inkiness coated in dust. Tayna 's own fundament branch and wrist ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulders, weapon system and sura stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned reddish pinko. Her stomach felt as if a belt was tied pie-eyed around it but when she looked down there was cypher there, it would soon be two twenty-four hours since she had last eaten.

The soldiers were warming up some rations for breakfast but looked at the women in down muteness. Then the Danton True Young soldier spoke hesitantly to the serjeant-at-law before walking over to the youth girl, cradling her head in his helping hand he patiently poured a little warm soup into her dry back talk. He then gently lay her back on the pasture brake before running his hands over her bare breasts, then moved his mitt down to her slim second joint. `` Enough '' called the Sergeant and one soldier called out `` got yerself a lover then, boy '', another jeered `` she charges for that you know '' as red faced he returned to them.

For the first time the Sergeant spoke directly to the captive `` do you want to carry that bitch or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built char stepped forward and each took one of the girl 's shoulders. `` You 'll accept enough hassle without any unneeded weight '' jeered the yammer old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few sheet still hanging off the female child, 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 impress, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was thankful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching legs, shoot down feet and tan began to be a percentage of her existence which she accepted, carefully placing one groundwork in figurehead trying not to cause encourage injury. In front line of her Varnia and the former cleaning lady dragged the silent, raw young girl. Carefully at first but as they tired they let her feet drag Thomas More heavily on the primer coat. The succeeding village they skirted round using farm tracks, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the body politic of his direction. The young girl suddenly coughed violently and her surprised benefactor dropped her face down on the hard ground. The two woman looked at each other and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the young lady on her back and grabbed both her weapon and Marie stood between the girls legs and lifted them. In this undignified way with her top dog hanging back and blood from her nose running play across her face the broken girlfriend had perhaps a slightly more comfortable journeying for a while.

Around noon, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough out raceway to avert passing through a small Town, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to fall to the ground and balance as the police sergeant wrote out a requisition form note and sent two of the Old soldiers off to the pub. They returned each presence half a dozen jugs of ale. For the next three-quarters of an hour the soldiers sat drinking and smoking, largely ignoring the woman.

'' Rest over, get a move on '' barked the Sergeant and the captive were dragged to their invertebrate foot. Even the young miss managed to suffer unaided but within a few steps of the political party setting off she stumbled and sagged to her knees. The sergeant struck her in the little of her back with his rifle and she fell on her face, he then rolled her onto her back and gave her a reprehensible bang in the English of her rib batting cage, Tayna was n't sure but thought she heard a chap as if it broke a rib. The Sergeant pettifoggery in disgust at the filthy naked body sprawled on the flat coat and muttered `` squat, I give up on this gripe '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll leave her here ''. The old soldier turned to his youth booster and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girlfriend 's feet and dragged her exanimate form off the route and lay her across a fallen tree diagram. The tiddler had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his raise member into her peril vagina. As he grabbed her pelvic arch and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and ruby-red blood spurted from her mouth. Although he soon came in her with a cry of joy she showed no signal of an sexual climax and Tayna feared she might already be utter. The slenderize Whitney Young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own wan slender body, caressing her shoulders, ribcage and boob. When he got back to his feet there were rent in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his comrades and grinned saying `` fucking corking ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the sergeant-at-law though his center seemed to be fixed on the au naturel youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no stiff '', he then pulled a large stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the girl 's typeface with all his strength. The police sergeant then joined him and together they dragged the shatter carcass of the unnamed young teenager to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty water. As the prisoners were herded on along the road Tayna took a sideways glance down to see only a blanch duet of slenderize rear end still visible above the water.

The Sergeant felt their company was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose mangled tag end failed to underwrite much of her consistence. She, along with a petite girl with roughly cropped brusque just hair now seemed to be the imperfect of the captive. At least he felt able to march them through the centre of the succeeding settlement later that afternoon.

General Slade had suggested that convicts should be marched on groundwork from the city to the proposed imprisonment camps so the passel of them would serve as a warning to all in the township and villages they passed through. It would certainly have been More frugal to take in shipped them by rail in oxen motortruck, but he chose a route Master of Architecture through the more troublesome country to act as a monition to other waif and strays. Although the Sergeant was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a naked bloody unconscious tike with them would deliver reflected badly on the regiment.

nightfall came early that eve, the clouds darkened and a light drizzle started. They encamped for the Night by a flow, which the road crossed by a stone archway leaving space between the water and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in turn to pillage and wash, apparently forgetful to the watching women. After all most of them were probably fancy woman so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoners were allowed to drink while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could manage without removing their clothes, although Varnia 's sodden blouse failed to hide much from the watching men.

Despite the miserable weather the serjeant-at-law felt happier than he had the previous night. He estimated they had covered about 20 naut mi that day, but as he heard the minuscule blonde start to sob softly he worried that the prisoners were weakening. Nothing had been said to him about feeding the prisoner, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few bomb to nail the journey so his headache was more about the prison term it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit next to the little blonde and took her hand, the girl turned her tear stained fount to Tayna and asked her epithet, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to soothe their vain feet in the pass running water supply for a while. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the old night. Just as she started to fall asleep Tayna was startled by gunshots. Another woman screamed and Tayna clasped Frey tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a rabbit. The Sergeant thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some intellectual nourishment for the prisoner might help them keep on up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were miserable guessing than he expected so it was difficult to cut up one minuscule rabbit into seven portions. The sergeant deliberately gave Tayna and Frey the smallest pieces of the ruffian raw marrow, silently assessing that if necessary he could probably give to cull two more of his kick without too many enquiry being asked.

Tayna was woken by water from the stream overlapping at her feet as the swollen stream rose in response to the now torrential rain. Although it was barely short the Sergeant hustled everyone to their feet and moved them off the rapidly disappearing platform where they had spent the night. As they scrambled up out from the shelter of the river gully the full-of-the-moon force out of the twist labour rain hit them. The soldiers had the aegis of oilskin mantle they produced from their rucksacks but the fair sex 's clothes gave no protective cover from the rain. They struggled on up the Benny Hill away from the river, bare feet splashing in the rivulets of muddy water running back down the hill. Tayna 's wet hair was plastered across her face and she looked with invidia at Frey in front of her, wondering for the first sentence if she had had her hair cut while held in the Citadel, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the metre to ask her !

The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the line of prisoners as he considered her the most likely to need pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front man of her. Marie he had chosen to lead as he hoped she would set the skillful yard. As they breasted the top of the hill the full military group of the tempest hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and midriff like tiny nails and her sodden, ripe cotton annulus wrapped itself pie-eyed around the front of her thighs as she staggered forward, the movement of her legs made it slew down further below her hip joint as the improvised gnarl holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her bound 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 ankles and as she stumbled the soldier behind could n't assist responding to the sight of her bare can 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 genu yelling `` fucking stop ! ''.

The Sergeant turned and walked back with a submit expression on his nerve, this was just what he expected from that one-half naked adulteress. Remembering the lot of the Whitney Young girl the premature day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her base she became aware of a ardent sense experience at the back of her the right way leg, she twisted to see a flow of blood, running down from her maimed buttock. `` The rain 's making it look worse '' volunteered Freyr, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the common material rubbing the injury was unbearable. She started to cry. `` Get a have intercourse move on '' yelled the Sergeant, pulling his revolving door out of its holster. She quickly dropped the skirt and instead carried it in her hands as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's okay I 'm not crippled, you asshole '', though in truth each footstep caused sharp infliction both from her pierced buttock and from her split knees.

They were n't allowed even a here and now 's rest until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such agony and felt so humiliated after a group of men stopped work on repairing a shop cap as they passed and all stared straight at her as she staggered past, her body still bare below the sodden remains of her tunic. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the sergeant-at-law running back to countermand her spinal column up by the neck opening and stare into her terrified centre. `` My human foot .... '' she pleaded. He let her degenerate face down again and grabbed one of her articulatio talocruralis looking at the wet, bloody self-conceited foot. He told the soldiers to give up and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier `` find something to bind this whore 's feet with ''. He fumbled in his pack for a field fertilization, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the Sergeant `` that 's for you or you 're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we 'll probably deliver to shoot 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 uncouth sodden apparel behind her neck and ripped it down to her waist, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few in before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a strip show of material which he used to bandage her ripe foot. He then roughly tore a second base cartoon strip from the bottom of the apparel exposing the back of her legs almost to her buttocks and proceeded to use that to bandage the former understructure.

The Sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoners damn feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to allow far bandages. Before the young soldier had a chance to take up eating his ration after repacking his backpack they were all commanded to start moving again. As Frey staggered to her substructure the shoulders of her bankrupt sodden frock slipped down her arms exposing her boob. Her bound wrists prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their piteous march onward through the pouring rainfall more of the fabric tore so the tattered remains of the sleeves hung around her wrist joint while the quietus of the shredded apparel slipped with each trouble step until it trailed on the priming coat from her ankles. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her animal foot, one of the useless bandage slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly onward Tayna stared pitifully down at the red filth in the muddy step Frey left as she bravely struggled on with rivulets of pelting trickling down her chill naked body.

By the time they stopped for the eve in the foothills of the batch near a recently closed mine the rain and wind had thankfully died away and the exhausted women slumped haphazardly on the still wet little moorland eatage. `` If you morons ca n't shoot more than a single rabbit LET see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 thou '' the Sergeant challenged his troops. Even that stationary prey took one of the soldiers four snap. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcass back to their encampment while others started untying the ropes from the women 's haemorrhage radiocarpal joint and transferring the bond certificate to their ankles for the nighttime. With this small act to relieve the captive'irritation Tayna hoped the sergeant had after all some shame for his charges. Was the sheep carcass to fertilise them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to build up a ardour while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the young soldier to finish attending to Marie 's bond certificate and unblock her own combustion wrists -suddenly Marie sprang to her infantry ! The soldier grabbed the back of her scanty razz dress but the strong adult female just pulled away from him, the dress tearing from top to bottom leaving just a sodden flight strip in the soldiers hand. Marie ran fast and low to a gorse bank nearby while tearing away the useless tattered shreds remaining of the dress. Ignoring the tearing spines she thrust her bare tanned consistency through the gorse and disappeared into the gully of a small stream.

As the Sergeant screamed obscenities all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in pursuance but then with further savage screams the Sergeant ordered two of them back to defend the eternal sleep of the captive. Having taken the unexpected chance to flee Marie knew her life was worthless to her chaser and that she must put aloofness between them and herself as quickly as possible. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was weak from lack of nutrient and could not sustain this agonising burst of get-up-and-go for long. Reaching the end of the gully the stream cascaded 15 groundwork down rocks so she scrambled up out of the far side but three shots rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'perspective, she could hear the bullets hissing through the gorse inches from her thighs. Dropping back down she had no option but to fling herself down the almost sheer rocky driblet. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her buttocks crashed onto a rock ledge half way down toppling her forward, arms outstretched. She belly flopped onto the boulders at the bottom, feeling ribs cracking like twigs as her typeface splattered sideways onto the rock. A weaken malar sent agonising stabs of painfulness every sentence her left eyeball moved in its socket as she coughed up lilliputian globules of lineage from her pierced lung with each painful breath.

Yet still she staggered forward bent double following the twists of the stream as it tumbled on down its slight scissure. Her harebrained desperation 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 rocky bed, her tan tit splattered with sudor and coughed up blood she spotted several large boulder close above the stream and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her eubstance down tight between and half beneath them. In panic she looked back towards the current expecting to see a tell tale lead of roue but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see zippo obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunshots in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their avocation and they could now get something to eat. But as the second passed nothing more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled closer to Frey and put an arm around her naked shakiness shoulders. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with moth-eaten, hungriness and fear.

Marie must own passed out for a shortsighted while, for as consciousness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of stemma from her lungs before she could take a deep hint of air. She heard cry nearby answered by more distant voices. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their headlong sideline and were now returning beating the clumps of furze and searching over a astray nominal head. Her fainting had lost her precious time and she feared the troops would quickly spot the bowlder as a likely hiding place. She painfully dragged her torn aching consistency from beneath the bowlder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the watercourse keeping as finis to the soil as possible. She had nearly made it into the tax shelter of a small copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard cry then a gunshot followed by a sharp reverse to her tush, which sent her sprawling as for the get-go time one of the bullet train found its German mark. Her whole lower body felt as if fire were spreading inside her left thigh and through her abdomen. The bullet had hit off-white to be deflected inside her pelvis then ripping through her depressed belly to burst bloodily from her eubstance to the left of her navel.

An brute instinct for survival took over her pain sensation racked trunk, she lifted her head and berm from the ground and dragged herself forward with her arms into the Mrs. Henry Wood. A rifle butt driven down hard between her shoulder blades soon halted her desperate progress. Angrily the old soldier, whose stab had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her backbone with a bang at the side of her ribcage. A glance at the bloody mess they had recaptured made it percipient they had short time if they were to exact revenge while she still clung to life. The Sergeant caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't ask to connect in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to breathe despite the agony each intimation caused in her crushed chest and buck abdomen, he said `` get the former beef over here to see what happens if they try to get off ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the invigorated sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the woods she was momentarily cheered by the tidy sum of another overbold bloody carcass before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the Sergeant commanded `` crucify her ! ''. Quickly finding a hardy tree diagram to which a solid branch was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, weapons system spread above her, feet exonerated of the ground. As the horrified prisoner watched Marie strained twice causing line of descent to spurt from the ragged hole in her belly in addition to the continual trickle of blood down her left leg from her perforate 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 power hammer drove one through each wrist. Although little Thomas More could deliver been added to the agony she was already in, this military action symbolised the finality of her present position. The cleaning lady were made to stick out and watch for nearly fourth of an hour as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic girls ruined chest still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with blood.

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

A spittle was set up and piece of flesh were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as punishment for letting Marie fly the coop the youthful soldier got none. The serjeant-at-law roughly carved a piece of raw chassis from the thigh of the human carcass and threw it to the prisoners saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so gain the skillful of it ''. None of the stooped prisoners touched the blooming piece of meat and they tried to disregard its existence despite painfully clutching their empty-bellied aching venter and shivering with insensate. Eventually, in the interests of the party making some progress the next day, the serjeant-at-law relented and threw various handfuls of coldness discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each early to devour.

'' You gon na shag another remains then '' teased the former soldiers. `` She was n't bushed, well not THAT dead '' retorted the new soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the panic-struck girl who curled into a lump trying to hide her nudity. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to join him. Soldiers grabbed the picayune blond 's hired man and feet and her pale body was spreadeagled on its back, flimsy legs spread all-embracing. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, slut '' laughed the soldier who was about to dishonour her. Another cruelly commented `` that remains there had a much better physical structure than yer pile of castanets '' just before he forced his set penis in between her aching thighs while tearing at her small boob with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lustful soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her legs still spread across-the-board while the Sergeant re-bound her slim radiocarpal joint above her school principal to the long rope. Tayna and the former women shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated girl as their adhesion permitted. The following aurora Tayna awoke to slight warmth on her rear from the spring sunshine. Looking around she saw Freyr stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between counterpane second joint. Her red eyes suggested she had been crying all night. The flame still smouldered and stank of burnt flesh, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcasses had been thrown onto it where the fire had failed to completely wipe out them.

After the last twain of sidereal day'bad weather the natural spring cheer cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoners to their foot. Frey was dragged to her ft with not bad discomfort. The soles of her feet rip up 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 revolver and end her hurting and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to replace Tayna at the trailing end of the long rope and the Sergeant guesssed that the terror of further botheration rather than death would be more effective. `` Walk or they 'll just have to drag on you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her feet, legs bowed and feet twisted on bound in agony. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the flock. In contrast to the recent continuous low temperature and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the climb stiffened, the soldiers perhaps spoilt off than the primarily scantily fit out prisoners.

Varnia 's useless cotton fiber blouse, rotten from moistness and sweat, feel apart at the crease across her articulatio humeri from the ceaseless tugging off her leaping arms. Her right bosom fell out as it slipped down to the petty entertainment of the escort. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in contempt, he swiftly tore away the remains of her top, then slammed his rifle prat in her belly so hard that she doubled up in pain sensation and fell to the dry land. Hearing the commotion the Sergeant ran back to see her sprawled on the footing, `` another cunt gone down '' sighed her attacker. The serjeant-at-law kicked firmly the side of her abdomen, unaware of the previous shock, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted typeface screaming lewdness at him. He dragged her to her feet by the hair, hit her in her screaming mouth with the handle of his revolver breaking three or four teeth and snarled `` I hope we do n't have to subdue you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her innocent friend Tayna hurried to accompany as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off balance as she tried to ease the pain from the soles of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking piss me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red face up Sergeant as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forwards dragging Frey face down along the road, the other charwoman also put effort into keeping the group moving forward. The Sergeant laughed at Freyr 's body jerkily being dragged along leaving thin streaks and splatter of line of descent on the stony ground and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too tired and thirsty to be aroused by Freyr 's nudity, viewed her as one might watch any wounded animal. He idly wondered if she would be alive or dead when they reached the internment cantonment, casually studying her irritating twisting from side to side as she tried to prevent further laceration of her breasts, costa and hips from the stony track.

To add to the yard bird disreputable visual aspect as they approached the camp Tayna 's skirt again came undone and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Freyr 's belly before it was left behind in the heart of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few buildings there were at the internment camp. A couple of vauntingly wooden army hut stood each slope of the grandiloquent wire gates. A high perimeter fencing topped with four Strand of razor wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where rudimentary ticker towers stood at which points the fencing presumably turned away.

The safety device at the gate stood watching without emotion as the captive slowly struggled the close few railyard towards him. about other load had arrived piled onto farm carts or in the binding of lorries, this was the first sentence an escort had managed to get the their charges to fight all the way on understructure. As the guard pressed a button by the gate the police sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. `` Do n't interest, most of the other radical lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some conveyance '' the guard replied.

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

Then Tayna noticed another mathematical group of three women with tan, or filthy, skin slowly approaching them. They wore grime and tattered apparel clearly splattered with dried parentage and the nearest carried a large Harlan F. Stone in one fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new arrivals. `` Feeding time fille ! '' called out one of the guard duty with a grin. Horrified the six new arrivals dragged Frey 's barely conscious physical structure into the midsection of their grouping and got to their ft facing off the three leering women. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the piece studying the new comer intently, their substantial looking drawing card thenm snarled `` do n't take care so scared, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents silence Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some Boulder near a stream over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot woman drank eagerly from the cool current then Tayna suggested they sit Frey beneath the specter of the prominent bowlder. However when they looked beneath it there were the stiff of at least two human skeletons, still with some hair on the skulls, though most of the arm seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a heap sob, realising why the Judge had thought it unnecessary to specify length of their sentences. Varnia dragged the bones out from beneath the Boulder tossing them into a slight dip in the footing about 20 G away so they would n't consume to keep looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to take a crap Freyr easy now the assuredness water had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three barbarian still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better engage it in turns to keep lookout from on top of these rock 'n' roll '' she added with a cold-blooded practicality. Tayna wondered how much of their quandary Frey understood as another of their emaciated companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up thud of the short grass and land and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the warm shimmering visible horizon Tayna climbed down after her turn keeping sentinel, where there had at least been a slim cooling breeze. She removed the ragged remains of her tunic and rolled it into a crude tenuous pillow before settling down naked alongside Freyr for the dark like an brute, clasping her hollow aching belly, unsure whether they would see another first light, or even if she actually wanted to ...