Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by measure of the tardily nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample articulatio coxae and large tit to equalize she may have represented one of the more ancient example of older Yorkshire Saxon blood line. It may hold been her folk having lived in the West of England for generation had offered little in the way of glamorous opportunities to wayward girls without husbands. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the pretense of assuming the championship belonging to the titled elite group and princesses. A circumstances that most of the vulgar sense working men of that shire horse would have been hesitating to let in at topper to harboring a yearning for. The Mediterranean and the Orient beyond were position related only in ale sodden late night crowing tarradiddle by ex-grenadiers who had taken the King 's coin and had with God 's dear mercy had come back from those faraway shore to know to narrate them. Much of this rhodomontade was considered bluff from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering ring of piazza alien had nested itself ringing constantly in the capitulum of her otherwise empty top dog. This physically sizable female taking on certain foreign aires over local anaesthetic 1 and remaining ever eagre to listen to any late Night braggadocio spouted by a pensioner. A mental goal congealing that she would one day take the opportunity to see these places, given the right opportunity of course. In the meantime somewhat emboldened by her attenuated romanticist nature she was subsequently caught in taking a flagrant spill with the local anaesthetic merchandiser 's youngest marry son. This being individual that had a family in high standing with the local gentry of the surrounding community. And now her as stay on near presence posed a moral dilemma for the reputation of the residential area for peaceful proportionate country time value she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sunday she was called out in church building the next Billy Sunday as a siren and thus began to settle down the road that eventually led to her Coventry format he shire. This event setting in move a serial publication of issue would find her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journey that would ultimately happen her very far afield in such rare place as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her bag to locomote forth affording her a quick musical passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the board from that late trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this same sorting of blind luck she arrived at the great metropolis'meager outskirts with little to sustain her.

Several Clarence Day of wandering these outskirts of London growing closer to penniless by the hr with footling awareness of city slicker guile. The combination of like leading youthful girls of her age ever closer and in some cases gullibly too willingly to the opening of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male hands in residence always there. Cecelia being no elision. She became the prime candidate of the 60 minutes as the cuckold unescorted and aimless into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declared pageantry of gaudy banners announcing the virtue of many alien acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black frock coast with its dramatic gold and green chevron striped waistcoat. A somewhat turn looking promoter he ran one of the smaller less visited exhibits of the funfair whose banners garishly claimed to harbor the rarefied most talented exotic beauties garnered from the four corners of the have a go at it macrocosm. The four turning point described in fact being any corner that he could scrounge the interest of any willing maid sufficiently down on her luck to have not tasted food for the let day or two. A sum pie and respective mugs of brown bitters later accompanied by wonderful tales of the life available as a performer upon the grander stagecoach of Europe entertaining dukes and King giving him another game hen for his appeal. These baroqueness fib of far-off places and the accompanying generosities being wined and dined as a minor 'cause celebrate'by its storyteller sufficing to assure her of easy chance to rise as a star of the theater under his prospicient have and well-versed hands. The thought of which no incertitude suited her wellspring. Yet at times become tarnished by the arriver of another curvy beauty of over ample symmetry in rail line with her own. It was a bit disappoint to think that she might be required to plowshare her rubric as the center of attractor with this quickly growing little ensemble of three other women captivated by her showman 's well-to-do promise of fame and notoriety. Ones that vied in a penny-pinching to equal robustness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the question of any probable consultation of males much in force than the rest in retainer her own previous experience in plying the local lad back in the shire horse.

The train to Southampton taking the small retinue to a packet steamship south scheduled to dock first at the port of Calais. The size of it of the ship excited the miss almost as much at the unselfishness exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to choose a new frock from one of his two larger Mya arenaria chests making up the entirety of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this small ship's company of some four female person superintended by her employer and his valet enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for sea travel. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a gearing south to make an urgent reservation in Marseilles. The ever insatiable need of being in show commercial enterprise as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any mortal desire. A small monetary value to pay for the fame awaiting them. The train journey seemed as heavy as it was swift. The group having to hurriedly draw connections at respective depots with alone moments to spare between stops. The taste sensation of ember dust and full point of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its price on the exhausted women. After more than a full day 's travel they arrived at their destination on the coast of the dismal Mediterranean. A baby buggy from the store depositing their weary revue at a lowly dismal dockside hotel on the harbor 's edge. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a presentation of spoil rage beside the steam issuing sympathetically in choir from the train 's engine. The germ of his discontentment coming from a lowly pencil note of hand that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the worriment of having no living accommodations available that day to house his entourage. This situation only to be a temporary one as their accommodation at the Grand castle Hotel which was in the throws of finishing its highest season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologies that the place out be rectified by the next day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster outside of the two-story rat trap that to a twain of them was all too associate to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his mustache an consoled the mathematical group that it was best that they all settle into these one-fourth to get needed relief this evening. The early good morning would soon be upon them after a practiced nighttime 's sleep when they all would travel by motorcar to better environment in the unspoilt part of town where their hotel was located. The promoter 's servant appeared as if by magic bringing forth a decanter of benighted red wine quickly passing ice to the rest. `` Drink deeply my knockout for tonight the greatest adventure of your spirit beginsI '', said the executor of their collective dream. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater folk were nothing else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her glassful draining it 's refilling respective times in a like same manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the gratuitous use of goods and services of these judicious spirits that all happily toasted. The woozy girls suddenly feeling the fatigue of their trip and the past day 's inflammation slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit tone to their respective post.

The impulse of Cecelia 's forefront seemed constant in the nighttime elbow room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a incessant booming phone that, along with her brain, seemed to slightly sway back and forth in an unending cyclical continuous rolling apparent movement. One would have thought that she might accept been back upon that former packet steamer that left them off on the slide of France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moan from what turned out to be the a women positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing standardised sounds to her position. Laid low she supposed by that damnably profound dark wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the effort to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her top dog back she found her eyes focused upon three sets of all-embracing straps tightly poised against the slat supporting the slender mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companion made a muzzle noise as if to substantiate her touch incapacity in motility. To her shock she was firmly encased in a large sacking up enclosing her up to her cervix. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her nonsense. Startled into a delirium she looked over into the semi-darkness of the slope and heard the sound of muffle voice from former woman from the companionship. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the claim Sami dilemma of being held in captivity upon exchangeable bunk bed. Her associate heavily testing the rot 's rafters just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to speak out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign object. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling spittle that skid slowly over her lingua and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her drumhead to the side of meat and coughed trying to reposition it. Her bureau now pounded with an absolute terror as the actualization that not only was she incapable of moving all her limbs but her tongue was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a collective refrain along with her other similarly fettered comrade, their speech restrained by the intervention of a brank upon tight upon their the tongue. The hellish device allowing them breath but preventing the opening of any apprehensible speech. Some moments of frantic struggle against these foolproof scheme of physical simpleness proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated fearful still exhaustion. `` What terrors were in entrepot for her now ? ``, the dubiousness echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the events of the past hebdomad. interrogative sentence that in light of her former impassive secure existence of before made no sense. interpretable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid extraordinary dream. Confined by her guilty moral sense within some soma of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to awaken from.

The journey to wherever continued with its continuous vibrationally mechanical hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guess and may sustain by virtue of unending bouts of threat and monotony taken Clarence Day ? A coarse looking swarthy man arriving each day through a lowly swinging hatch located out of view somewhere to the face serving as there attendant. Their eyes now tested by the interruption of familiar darkness of his tiny lantern 's visible radiation. The hollow metallic echo of his footsteps suggesting the localization being within some vacuous sword bulkhead of a tramp soft-shell clam far below its deck of cards. He routinely checked their chemical bond and carefully drip water into the English of their oral fissure so the could swallow it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many storey told of such ships plying barter as smugglers in slaves throughout all component of the domain. But especially to the Islamic interface of Northern Africa just across the blue H2O of the Mediterranean from civilized European Union. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling penis of a shipment of human shipment making its way to such a location gave her a strange sensation. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a small unexpected degree of pleasure. It was demonstrable that their dapper dressing showman along with his swarth assistant were revealed as nasty procurers involved in this nauseous trade. The bunch of them as freight off somewhere to an undisclosed city located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish empire or its vassals ? At least her habiliment remained upon her soil limbs such as they were from the sour cups of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The endless shadow and the constant 'rum dum rum'vibe of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the future bulkhead producing a hypnotic effect that sent each into more fitful blue dreams.

'' Was there such a thing as divine penalty for the collective numerousness of her petty sins ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her current repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable party. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an unsettled fate ? Totally at the clemency of what she had surmised would be the dubious benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As often as her inert tree branch ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with earnest penitence. `` If only she could stimulate yet one Thomas More chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a blade restrained gargling tone. Just come alive up from this interminable situation and recognize it was naught but a chastening ambition ! She cried to herself in her idea. Try as she might aft more fitful sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that same pulsating dull regular recurrence beside their dank blade bedchamber. And, of course, the endless whimpering of her colleague convict. Trying even harder to fight the mental pictures congealing of herself and her fate at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or worse at the apathetic whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or high-risk yet driven on in the caravan of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard level told by old 'lifer 's from the membership who had marched over desert sands the company stopping on occasion dismissed for the Night to inhabit Arab bordellos where women of all races were kept interned to serve the baser joy of men. The pleadings of the unity unexampled to the imprisonment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in party favour for the immediacy of quick satisfaction of lust and pubic region. These pleadings if overheard by a harem accompaniment leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless encounter with some grade of threat. Their backrest and buttocks soon to be beaten contraband and blue under the knout applied in the heavy manus by the house 's most rely 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought of the form of damage such a artillery might visit upon her own tender flanks.

The steel door burst open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful Muse the railway locomotive had slowed and now were coming to a arrest. This clip respective vocalism announced by a multiplicity of footfalls trailing their slip quarrelsome attendant. Some black skin colour men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftan and red fez 's climbed one at a time through the bulkhead threshold. Each one directed by their voyage 's meeter towards a particular female child 's built in bed. Each briskly releasing the sets of strap holding them down upon their several mattresses. Each woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered spinal column. The dockhand carelessly shifting them about like any sack of potato. The leader of the group advising them in a strange spit as they dipped down to charge their burden carefully through the rounded enclosure of the scuttle. Cecelia 's turn coming last. A twosome of great dead wickedness brown centre floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose ineffectual to block out its animal smell. Or for that subject, to distinguish it from that of the composite physical structure olfactory property of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a stinging combination of alien spicery processed by unchecked pore and untended bowels. Her heart began to quicken again in a mortal apprehension of what the next destination had in store. The small train of bundled cargo now brought forth hastily into the blinding light of day. She closed her untrained eye tight to shield them from the unbearable harsh glare of midday sun. All the patch detecting a blaring of pharyngeal sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her mind 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every eccentric of imaginable twaddle characteristic of of Mohammedan. Their implemental chattels responding in the Same incomprehensible unaccustomed style of speech. Something completely enigmatical and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's beam were doused again as the entourage arrived at their terminus. And each of the bundled were deposed in bend before a rude adobe wall balancing as best they could upon their longsighted untried limbs.

Cecelia opened her centre to see one of her political party slumped upon the ground. The other two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a distich of branding iron handcuff that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder 's top. The minor most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red undershirt stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a small curved shiny steel. It 's penetrating reflection eliciting a whimper from the closest little girl nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the fabric covering surrounding starting with the cincture enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female person yanking her upwards to a standing position the dyad of handcuff just tapping lightly against the front of her articulatio humeri. One by one he pressed her faint wrist hard into each cuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to dodder as outflank she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her feet straightforward upright. Her initial attempt to deliquium and fall off back down cut short by the pain in the neck inflicted upon her wrist by the irons attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The threat of encourage injury to her tender wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing position. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the gaoler grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the Lapplander tongue, bound reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the sword 's curve ball downward splitting the garment into a sway rag. Her titty dropping out heavily bouncing. Their rosy tips standing hard and erect from their days of slavery now finally released. Some more studious but furiously go for strokes of the tongue and her dress had been deposed into a pile of stinking rags. The woman 's face now contorted in grief as she swayed bare and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own heart sinking feeling as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the thickset matte of her own benighted haircloth covering her almost private region.

One by one each woman was treated in kind. The white consistence of each now fully reveal and shivering performing a nervous terpsichore in place. Their wrist joint tugging at the irons side to side despite the noesis of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough manful men dragged down the balmy tegument of each. Tracing a path through the middle of her titty down over her flutter bellies. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus moons'eliciting a shiver of the receiver 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each thigh and then back up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fate. Cecelia felt a cool draft upon her naked second joint struggling to obviate the cold invasion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of mixed emotions burning the interior of her paunch. Though frightening of what awful fate the side by side second might land she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unpredicted desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own elbow grease trailing down her front to mingle with her own inspiration succus. The sensation building as her brain began to assess the fact of her being completely unclothed and arms restrained on high within a room full of unlikeable substrata males. The startled wince of the charwoman right beside her dispelling such thought process as weewee from a wooden pail was tossed. Catching another effort from the corner of her eye the cold content of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the adult female 's promontory as she responded dancing angrily in home beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same avail. In contrast to the stifling heat flowing steadily through from the room 's door each woman stood shaking from the water system 's unexpected iciness. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her most remote curtain raising. A s and a tertiary bucket being applied for secure metre. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no endeavor to draw upon her what her own romantic thinking had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a shape unchecked violation forcing her into an uncontrollable love of capitulation had not been inflicted ? She now became cognisant that the fate awaiting her was much darker. Something bound up closer in the region of a strain of fleshly husbandry rather than as a waiting stroller expressly for exotic male person pleasance.

An old gray bearded man in a divest headdress hobbled into the doorway. He diffidently handed his cane to another younger man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the handler in what one might suppose to be a local anesthetic salutation. Then went over to examine each specimen in item. His cauterize hackneyed hands eager to encompass the girth of each thigh and buttock to try its firmness. The pair of his two helping hand to librate down heavily upon a the articulatio humeri of each woman as if a creature whose physicality in prospective service needed careful assessment. Attending More to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the effeminateness of the surface of a breast or the profoundness of each adult female 's central female person flock. The level of edginess grew ever warm in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each miss continuing to essay flesh and muscle, occasionally commenting over his shoulder to the man in the fred fez. The man 's grip was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his bridge player encircled her and wedge hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the blade of the brank that still encumbered her mouthpiece. His grip seemed experienced in distaff flesh as much as any horse trader might sustain been back home in her shire. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the undersurface of her cheek then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his arduous forefinger. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and forth in what she supposed was haggling out a cost. His back towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many hour past until a deal was struck. Cecelia 's judgment raced faster fearing the conclusion of this dealings. Knowing that it would ensue in the following instalment of what uncertain portion that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the other women when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunt and pharyngeal vocalization having come to finality as the bargain was struck. The universal slap of marketer 's hand upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salutation from tenderness to channelize thrown in for skillful measure. A purse was produced and the old merchandiser 's attendants produced several sets of items. Each was to serve as attire for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal suspiration of relief by all the fair sex. One by one each woman was fitted with a heavy iron leash secured around the neck, a magnanimous metal loop forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed wrists released from the manacle hanging overhead and the weapon system guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron manacles so the pair of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the buttocks. A small knotted cloth gag now inserted to accept up the task that the blade branks had formerly served. Another with child sackful of rough fabric was dragged down over their heads and down to their knees allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankles. The old bag were twisted so that a thin distance of Chain was attached through little jam upon both the front loop and its corresponding twin cringle on the back of their collars. The short line of descent of women now properly harnessed together as a small caravan the old man 's vox was replaced by that of his younger assistant who loudly barked a command at them. With a toilsome tug they were all pulled along stepping as well they could linked in tandem bicycle back into the street at a quickly step. The unseen eyes of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to conduct their crusade in accordance with the other so as to avoid anything precipitous or potentially obstructive to their quick passing. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy cover. Their sweat flowing freely covering their entire bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their limb. Cecelia felt herself sway along by the neck opening for what must throw seemed a country sea mile. The smells and speech sound of surrounding Islamite 's with their brute passing careless bumping into them with a military group that threatened to send one reeling to the terra firma tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to agree back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a hard leather crop. She felt her feet gain the quiet surface of wooden board again. sliver of restless watery refections blinded her eyes danced from below as it was evident that their tout ensemble was now being led over a pier. `` Were they all being transshipped to some early port ?', she wondered ? A hard right number and a serial of short bump guided them up a gang plank. The olfaction of fresh paint and teak Grant Wood along with an acrid feeling of dope. coal dope ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her nostrils giving her a commencement. `` What sort of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of crude work force pushing the heads of each through a passageway door to greet them. They were then gathered together in a contrast within a cabin.

One by one the raspy cloth sheathing was dragged from their bareness after the connecting mountain chain had been detached. The necessity for populace correctitude to hatch their exposed shape to open sight now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of public scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The laugh were quickly removed. The sound of corporate sobbing from the unfortunate charwoman rose up as they huddled close together in a mass limb still fettered behind by the atomic number 26 as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in script. Their wristlets unlocked and tossed in the nook. The women returning to a common unchained sobbing embracing as they shivered arm in arm press naked sweaty. An anvil along with a small-scale brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a rustling as new sets of heavy iron hamper were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled breeches. The arms, shoulders, and bureau of the men being completely out of symmetry in plate to the eternal rest of their torso. They pulled a charwoman away from the mathematical group towards the glowing brazier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her behind heights and vulnerable. The womanhood letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot iron from the brazier. Its business end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the restrained victim in torment as the Fe pressed hard into her human body with a awful sounding sizzle. The smell of burnt flesh immediately nowadays throughout the elbow room. They looked collectively a the cabin doorway which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escape they huddled again ilk sheep pressing together hard and tight into the cabin 's empty-bellied quoin of cold steel. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to shroud their faces in the early direction of the stigmatize woman now choking on her own dickhead. One man pushed her down to kneel before the incus. The early dragging the wrists of each arm towards the open shackle and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brazier into the kettle of fish upon the side of the iron fetter. His mighty manus taking up a sledge and banning upon the pliable stud. Each of the blows sending a low set of burning sparks bouncing about on story and exposed flesh causing the poor unfortunate to funk. Each ringing clang of alloy on metal sending a collective tremble through the amalgamation of naked distaff soma clinging together just opposite. One wrist joint now permanently secured, the former wrist of the woman was equally attended to with another bond. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her mortise joint presented in go. The end resolution being that the char 's two wrist joint and two ankle joint were linked each to its corresponding other by two duration of three metrical unit distance of chain of mountains.

In what seemed to be an eternity of time and terror the women now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewellery. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the heat of the rivet coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to take a familiar throb speech sound. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A slave to be held captive in uncivilized bondage naked and permanently shackled through all futurity existence. An privileged voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you entire living ! '' The shorter of the two giants angrily pointed menacingly at a doorway immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared more a ladder downward to the inside of the ship. The minute of the savage now brandishing a pocket-size cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The low gear cleaning lady receiving a black eye from it across her breast. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of ancestry quickly forming along the resultant lesion. Crying out in acute botheration as he breast bobbed up and down under her manus she clinked along through the initiative and down the stairwell. The other three needing no advance prodding. down into the Department of the Interior of the ship their chains singing away with every footstep they felt the heating system rising as they reached each steel gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling marine engine. Cajoled along by glancing blows and pharyngeal consonant utterances down turning twice more down in the mouth two early story of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested immorality giant who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abysm of throbbing machinery. The heat by this point was beyond bearable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The roaring sound of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any formula level of human speech. The dismay charwoman near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatching composed of closely spaced horizontal iron taproom with a hasp. The imprint left by the sight of same suggesting a form of prison-like natural enclosure. The middle of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big afford lock that was attached to the hachure by a petite chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single tree tree trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the gravid head of an equally malign giant popped up through the curtain raising. Over his bare articulatio humeri was a circle tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded weapons platform he turned to begin hauling something weightily attached to the Lapp circle from below. The fetter women all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the corpse of an wasted female. The bottom of the inning of the rope tightly looped around the top of her chest underneath her lifeless arms. The inert slumping number covered in black sooty substance from headspring to toe. The trunk of what was obviously a very dead char. What had once been a glowing electric shock of blond hair upon the head of a once Whitney Young and vibrant face was now a dirty wet mop of ember dust. The man dragged the corpse about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to make way for the group of newly-impressed striver to pass. A across-the-board evil grin upon his face accompanied a tenuous sarcastically deferent bow of his head signaling his two fellows conducting the company to advocate them forth one at a fourth dimension into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish sleeping accommodation of horrors that awaited them below. Every char shaking uncontrollably in animal awe urged on by quick CVA from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt dull and rubbery as it was her go to turn down to grab the burning at the stake rungs of the brand ladder to descend down to what now seemed a very scant and about probably an eternally tormenting end. Was this plaza in fact a lower circle of Hell described by her former in hell that she was condemned to brook within as a penalty for her immorality ? The romanticism of lifetime as concubine now fully flown from her consciousness by the native sulphur burning her feet from unbearable heating ever rising as she descended. Her judgment a lacuna, completely eaten away leaving a void containing one simpleton question as to what had occasioned the final destiny of the young woman her remains having just been so carelessly cast-off. As she stepped off the run her motion was immediately answered by the great deal of a naked woman in chains that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a pile of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging infernal region of a kettle 's furnace. Her eubstance hard and toned from unending physical Labor. The inmate 's struggling trunk clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her bleakness clothed by the accession of a loop of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to rigor of the trammel clinking wildly with every toss of the excavator into the fiery glow of flames licking out of the overt portal to the ultimate heart of Hell creating steam for the massive ship 's boiler. Two other adult female being equally scantily attired in branding iron shoveling coal with as often vitality into two other undetermined furnaces. The small ensemble working at an quicken rate as if their lives depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's ardent wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate destination and fate. To unfreeze slowly within the unacceptable intensity of this everlasting heating system. She turned to see her former three associate being led to the early bay. Each to her place stopped before the undecided threshold as a chain was pulled up from the carbon black and padlocked tightly around each of them. The wall behind piled with big chunk of ember. Several inert female trunk slumped one atop the other over one of the smaller mound. One of them stirring with a faint moan as the the male prison guard having first opened each furnace doors of the face-to-face bay before the newly cinctured women took his foresightful iron rod and pressed its glowing red hooked end into the incline of the top most body upon the fleshy spile. The tender then slapping hard upon the top of her buttocks with his scourge causing her to contort up painfully and crawl forth in expectant agony to what appeared to be a humble jailhouse cellphone enclosure located just behind the erect ladder.

The safety alternately prodding the mass of her buttocks cooling its tip without eh sizzle of flesh from her scarred flesh. Motivating her to crawl faster to her goal opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heat. He then dropping the smoothing iron to run up to stomach over her in straw man of the opened gate, half throwing her one-half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the like man and then shoved and kicked into the bound space on top of the jumble of what turned out to be yet another inmate resting within. A low ceilinged enclosure that barely could fit two caparison the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured cleaning lady who now was fighting for breath. Until grasped by another harsh hand to be pushed off the first with a tearing shove. `` Let the tart breath her death you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the vertical bars of the door that had now been secured shut with a metallic click. The black coal rubble smeared face of the fair sex in the shadows who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four 60 minutes shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to scrunch over the bucket just outside her when your are near to bursting with shit. '' `` That 's if their is anything unanimous left within ya from the watery gruel they let you squish ? '' `` Just piss and squirt it out from both ends when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the sand trap. '' The woman then went stonily understood as she cradled the sluggish configuration of the fully spent worker her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the thigh of the early coal smut Joseph Black Blessed Virgin cradling her from above. Her quick shallow hint barely audible. The charwoman cradling her looking up from her effect. `` She wo n't live ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with stark hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the bunch of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short galvanise scream as she felt herself go faint. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky representative ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other cleaning woman. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the side as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The amir of this stinking island hate Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his loot and gift to aspect for visiting European embassador ! '' `` He likes to show to foreign traveler struggling naked under the lash for a lark ! '' The woman 's scarred weapons system and torso carriage refreshful strikebreaker from recent snow of the curse. `` Thinks he makes Allah happy by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the woman said giving out a maniacal laughter. `` Maybe the first one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't throw you more than two calendar week ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at best ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her fellow convict who ponded hard and violently upon the dying torso of the woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up gripe ! ``, the half-crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the inert strain of the expired hard worker. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless smile all of her presence teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing venom. The three other women were now struggling mightily to respectively lift power shovel full 's of coal upward to keep them them level with the open threshold of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested gaoler striking out at one bare white back with the full Erinyes of his niggard. Urging all of his charges to help them conquer their sheer physical enervation through motivating them with more hammer strokes from his cat up and down all over their miserable backrest and buttocks. The frame on each turning into red streak dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with greater exertion. Some still barely getting a shovelful into its intended target but doing same faster. Slowly mastering the alimentation of the insatiable raging infernos behind the radiance red iron mouths of each steam boiler to incinerate a little hotter. Any nearly miss spilling coal from a opening earning the reprobate 's sudor slipperiness red striped white back another two cherry red wale. The rhythm of each eventually coming into a steady bicycle as each tortured soul was getting the knack of the redress amount of coal to convulse. The big man behind him taking relish in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet more infliction to be inflicted on their struggling torsos if they dropped the pace. The voice just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other woman with obelisk as the erstwhile pushed the neutral dead body of the unfortunate 's corpse hard up against Cecelia 's turn up legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one face and let out a hard watercourse of hot weewee splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the dead woman 's head. The torrent dousing pick some of the black smudges of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll memorise ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they broadcast a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, fuss formidable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The emir has them stand up there just above us on the grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our strength suffering like the condemned from underworld saying absolutely nada. '' `` If you cry out to gain ground their attention for assistance you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your skitter harder into another pile of rock 'n' roll and just shovel and exclude your sand trap '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep shoveling faster giving them a good show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sister or their mother and they wo n't help ya ! '' `` They do n't manage ! '' `` To them we 're just rampantly au naturel brute '' `` Something out of a zoo to expect and laugh at like dirty monkeys ! '' `` The roll in the hay bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former associate. They seemed transformed in some way from cleaning lady into a more sinister forms of animal. Their once Edward Douglas White Jr. cutis now peppered gray over red stripes now from the gathering debris of spadeful of toss away coal growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the crimson exposed build torn here and there by the cat 's metal tips. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest hard pressed against the bars exposing the two ruby tips of her large breasts and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in twinkling torture looking down to find a welt forming upon the top of one The maniac 's complacent sadistic smile beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could skin into the jail cell 's interior.

The vocalisation from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your leg or pressure your tits ! '' `` Never with their handwriting at least ? '' `` Only with the lash. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard tool in this place. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her blowup into a low grunt. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her chest from any potential contact with the hot Fe of the parallel bars only to present the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own legs pulled back and spread spacious apart like the fore legs of a malevolent wanderer. She was busily shoving three of her spindly fingerbreadth hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo scalawag letting out low groan as she began to mount into intensity of a climax and began to spout. The initial waving of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a moment into a more relaxed position the woman now opened her optic and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You better get word this conjuring trick fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the only affair that will keep you going ! '' `` Coal dust and slit do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the cleaning woman offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forrad towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the womanhood with a big toothed smile as she grabbed punishing at Cecelia 's fountainhead with her two handwriting forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening move at the stand of her peg. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to pull away, the cumulate strength increase from a small eternity of the other cleaning lady ; s shoveling coal overcame all endeavor to baulk. The womanhood playfully washed Ceceli 's face with her vagina 's number. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's nuzzle and backtalk. Another quick spirt of juice then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the pitiful young lady mouth. `` punch me you fucking crab salt lick me ! '' The thready sinew of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` lap me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll suffocate you with my puss ! '' The hags revelry was suddenly cut brusque as a backbreaking male person spokesperson barked from exterior. The modest cellphone doorway swung opened and Cecelia 's tomentum was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutch bag of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the sound of her own chains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her metrical unit and shoved before the expel frame of one of her original fellow traveler. The chemise was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the other staggering barely able to stand was now removed and transferred tightly around her own shank. The front of the other adult female 's grimace and body was completely black with a slurry of coal dust and trunk lather. The man pushed the unfortunate person spine towards the cell where the other gaoler fresh from the other set of steam boiler was carelessly pulling the stiff of the beat womanhood out of the tiny cell by its ankle. A puddle of excrement trailing across the entryway from between the cadaver 's buttocks. The new occupant now was pushed down to her hands and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against exhaustion to skid across its slick aerofoil. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless lip of the original harpie as a new victim was introduced to answer her insatiable desire.

The longsighted length of chain was running back through the vallecula of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big hand thrust her to towards the coal hatchway laying upside down on the story. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her headspring of hair on fire ! The second pain of the cat stroking against her modest back forcing her instant submission to crouch over to pick up the gravid hatchway. Needing no further encouragement to begin her project she bit the boundary of it deep into the cascading batch of coal rock just to her side to toss them in. Her weapons system felt similar rubber as she lifted it as heights as she thought that she could just shy of the open door. The heat energy pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her orb and she had to shut her lids into a rigorous squint. A tawdry scissure of blade belt hitting hard into bid soma helped supercharge her arms up higher just far enough to talk the subject of the shovel int the fervidness 's maw. She choked from the pain of the blow. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the white hot opening 's mouth. Another scissure landed on the cover of her amphetamine thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the unbearable warmth yet another blow reaching up between her tail end to graze her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a power shovel full of ember at the ready. The pain was now beyond unbearable for her conscious mind to get the picture. But her body snapped to wish a puppet knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouth of the scurry across the storey to force up another healthy portion of coal. The bump becoming less frequent as she began to adhere to a continuous unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless robot struggling to trump it 's last speech. solidus and throw, diagonal and throw, again and again and again. Her bum like parallel granite severely rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered muscles bulging forth. The once human being chemical mechanism ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to best itself with every successive endeavor. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly independent of the flaming of the inferno before her. The heat within it rivaling the fervor that she fed as her own cunt began to throb and tighten harder and ever intemperately with every consecutive lift. The release of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling Forth River. pearl of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the nates of the boiler 's blade with every driving force forward of the shovel as the coal was thrown. A brutal mother wit of ecstasy beyond anything conceivable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could suffer be considered train about her stagnant the wildness of mindless vehemence having taken control of her soul. She had been transformed from a human being into a pasty struggling brute. A wounded animal caught up in an all out struggle to reconstitute its former earthly boundaries into that of a demon. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more blinding heating and the burn slash yet another blow upon her white hot material body. A completely demented convict initiated into the paradiss of an eternal Hell .