After the recession hit the small Republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below land were forced to close, there was a coup d'etat by the Generals and a much harsher regimen imposed in an try to return some stability to the economy.

One of the problems the superior general promised to address with was the number of fille and fair sex who turned to prostitution simply to try to get adequate money to feed themselves after losing their business. The middle classes were affronted by the sight of these filthy half starved new cleaning lady showing as a lot flesh from beneath their rags as the cold night air allowed in often otiose endeavour to get customs from the few men who could afford them, which might include the very soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The job in the city had got to a dot where the troops and police had rounded up so many of these misfortunate girls that the few small cells allocated in the Citadel were so crowded that they had to accept it in turns to sleep lying on the miscellanea of straw urine and horseshit on the floors. At to the lowest degree the stink reduced the possible fervour of the warders towards their guardianship and limited their middleman to passing bowls of stale scratch or rotten veg through the cell bars.

Tayna was only seventeen but her jade sick facial expression made her appear to be in her tardy twenty after two severe old age working underground hauling coal tubs in a colliery, which had however given her a lean but fit body. After walking the thirty or so miles to the City, with buster ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to work as a cyprian after seeing many quondam and less unspoiled looking charwoman picking up men on the street recess. However before even getting her maiden customer she was arrested by a motorised patrol.

Tayna had seen her only two booster taken roughly from the cubicle and assumed they were being taken to tribunal, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally naked after about a hebdomad. Apparently to dissuade soldiers from encouraging harlotry a few of the arrested girls were taken to the barracks, strapped spread-eagled to wooden tabular array and their headway hooded by oilcloth travelling bag so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the soldiery were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At interval their vaginas were washed out with approximate boiling water to reduce the gap of disease. Eventually they had become so imperfect that the soldiers complained that the young lady no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic room so they had been returned to the electric cell and new girls sent out.

One of her two friend she saw being dragged back into a mobile phone at the far end of the prison, but Samara ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's prison cell so she tried to tend to her Friend wounds while learning with repugnance what had happened. It seemed increasingly unlikely that they would ever get a clean trial, not that anything had seemed fair since last autumn 's coup. Sam seemed to sustain little will to endure, throwing up any intellectual nourishment that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to bear lost all feeling below her shank. Tayna tore a strip from the lower component of her sackcloth tunic around her midriff to make a crude loincloth which provided some slight modesty for Sam as she faded away. During the cold of the solve, starry dark ( not that the girls could see much of the stars through the small in high spirits unglazed window with its I bar ) Tayna hugged surface-to-air missile cold body tight to her to try to stop her from freezing to demise but this only made her more conscious of the washboard like rib cage and horn like pelvis of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable morning when she would wake up to find Sam even moth-eaten than usual and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the cell she left Sam clinging to lifetime. Indeed she had even kept down two meal of rotten potatoes over the last couple of days. Tayna 's legs felt decrepit as a yoke of wardens dragged her across the courtyard of the Citadel and after a few feeble steps she allowed her bare feet to be dragged across the rough cobble, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the courtroom, along with seven former women.

When many of the mines closed the Generals made it illegal for women to work underground, so that their office at body of work in the few remaining cavity could be taken by men from the fill up ace. They may hold hoped that all the preempt women would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought destiny 'working'in the urban center many instead roamed the countryside begging and stealing. The courts could hardly establish begging and prostitution capital crime so unless a young lady was caught stealing ( for which offence she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a custodial sentence. However the superior general made it quite vindicated that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

Judge Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly creatures huddled in the dock across the humble courtroom. He asked the Court James Usher to open the leaded window to let in some of the fresh bound air. Tayna did n't screw any of the other women but felt very self witting about her bare hollow belly and protruding hips now exposed below the ripped remains of her adventitia, she self consciously pulled her shapeless dark grey cotton skirt up over her midsection and pulled the rotting Agave sisalana cord that served as a whang tighter - only for it to snap. Her annulus now slid down even lower than before but luckily her house buttocks stopped it dropping to the flooring. The judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic fuzz was briefly exposed before she managed to deplume the skirt back up. Judge Tawridge muttered `` for God 's sake let 's get this over with quickly '' as the deputy finished his account of the adult female 's arrests. He silenced a vain attack by one of the women to explain that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The criminals were to be taken to a station allocated by the authorities in the remote control south of the country and there interned within a fix sphere where they could have neither offense nor fuss. Only after they had been led out of the court did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a distance of fourth dimension for their sentence. As they waited in the corner of the courtyard, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and fixed bayonets, Tayna rearranged her garb by tying a knot in the top of it to keep it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the young conscript next to him and pointed at her with a grin. Then the serjeant barked a command and several of the soldiers lent their rifles against the wall and advanced on the women. Tayna 's manpower were grabbed roughly and tied together in forepart of her.

Instead of being loaded into a truck Tayna saw the heavy wooden logic gate of the Citadel opened and the Sergeant motioned them to walk. However a warder came hurrying across the courtyard carrying an armful of handlock and chains, then followed a huddled discussion with the soldiers. The warder then took the chains and manacles away and returned with a ringlet of rope. The girls bound wrist were then tied to this long rope at interval. She now wished she had n't allowed her feet to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the homage instead of walking as she recalled it was at to the lowest degree half a mile pass to the place where they must surely be heading. She could n't recall exactly when she had lost her geta, but they had become so besotted in shit and piss in the cellular phone that they had started to make her feet sting. Had she known she was in for a walk before being taken from the cell perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the colly pale yellow ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to ignore the stares of passers by in the city streets.

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

It was a exquisitely spring day and in the village honest-to-goodness fair sex stood chatting while their menfolk and younger women toiled in the fields. It was the butcher 's wife who first saw the group slowly coming up the dusty hill between the low hedge. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the Sergeant, who tried to march but in dense motion. octet women staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their hands being tied in front of them. `` By Jesus what be here '' exclaimed the butcher 's married woman, `` convicts '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before dawn '', then to the one-third woman in the group `` thief or rebel I expect ''. Then they stared in silence as the chemical group passed them, observing one very unseasoned looking girlfriend with a painfully lean pale face, an old tall womanhood wearing a very thin Andrew Dickson White cotton blouse which rippled in the warm walkover then a slightly younger woman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her titty to expose her posterior ribs protruding above a concave stomach below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip clappers leaving a gap in front of her lower belly. As they then studied the quartern cleaning woman the Sergeant suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to cater some piss for the prisoners.

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

Once the party of convicted char was past the small town the sentry duty became more impatient and the previous grizzled soldier started prodding the Cy Young looking girl in the back and fanny with his bayonet has she stumbled to a stand respective times. The Sergeant seemed to smile with favourable reception and barked `` travel rapidly up ''. Tayna now feared that the thin kindness in providing drinks was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid afternoon the duck soup had died away and Tayna 's pale white hide was unused to the late spring fair weather which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a long shoal hill Varnia 's lean cotton blouse became soaked with lather and stuck to her body, the abstract of her breasts and nipples becoming More and more visible. Tayna could only feel a dull burning sensation from her infantry and when she looked down at them she could see detritus stuck to the rakehell from the deletion and graze that they now bore. At last the young girl with the thin face responded to one more prod from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the skin to the pearl, the soldier dragged her roughly to her fundament but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the footing. The Sergeant walked up, untied her from her position on the yearn rope, unbound her wrists then re-tied the trailing end of the rope in a loose loop round her neck. `` Pass the rope between your stage and walkway '' he commanded the rest of the woman and they staggered forward dragging the pathetic creature along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all fours again and dejectedly crawled forward, thin trickles of lineage running down her stew soaked thighs. Tayna could hear the girl 's choked mother fucker and looked briefly around but could only see her haircloth hanging forward brushing the ground, her perspiration soaked pink cotton fiber blouse sticking to her flimsy shoulder and her bare tail end sticking up can. She slowly realised that the poor girls already rotten colourless annulus must have been ripped to shreds 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 melodic phrase of pulling the circle. She started sobbing. Her capitulum throbbed with the heat and exhaustion and she did n't know whether she was crying for her own plight or for the collapsed girl behind who was now being dragged along the priming coat by the neck as her grazed weapon and peg made sapless attempts to alleviate the strain.

'' full stop '' called the Sergeant in a quit vocalisation and the women were pushed into the welcome shade of a roadside coppice. `` Mess sentence '' he commanded in a more cheerful shade and the soldiers removed their backpacks and started to eat. No nutrient for the captive who just lay in the dirt watching with dull eyes as the soldiers ate their small rations. The Loretta Young young lady who had collapsed on the marching rolled slowly onto her back trousering weakly, little bare bleeding tit and grazed ribs exposed as the shredded front of the once pink blouse fell away.

The Young conscript who had grinned when he first saw Tayna in the Citadel walked over to her, his aspect expressionless. Tayna instinctively pressed her knees together, but he took her bounds hands gently and led her through the trees. Tayna closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fist but then he said calmly `` fuddle '' and pointed to a slow running stream. She fell to her stifle in the cool mud and buried her face in the water system then began lapping like a dog.

One by one the former prisoners were led to the water, though the thin faced young girl had to be dragged there by the berm. Tayna was n't sure that she had actually drunk much before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the primer with the quietus of the pitiful group who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your name ? '' asked Tayna gently but the filthy half-naked girl just stared back with dull blue-grey center and did n't answer. As the sun fell their sweat soaked clothes started to chill and the captive huddled together for warmth, no one spoke but it appeared they were to spend the nighttime there. The soldiers got Second Earl Grey mantle from their packs, which they wrapped around their shoulder joint as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the last of the eventide Light Within faded and the stars brightened in the nightfall the young conscript started tearing off clumps of bracken, which he then cautiously carried over to the captive, looking back several prison term at the serjeant-at-law who was watching him. He gently spread the pasture brake over the slumped phase of the tragical new girl, then silently rejoined the residue of the date who made no comment.

The dawn brought with it a dampen mist. The grey light only added to the gloom of Tayna 's milieu, she reached across to the still form one-half covered by let loose bracken. The young girl 's breast still rose and fell slowly. The parentage, which had stained her fragile consistency red the night before, had now dried to a brownish black coated in dust. Tayna 's own feet legs and wrists ached and hurt when she moved, her berm, arms and sura stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned cherry-red pink. Her breadbasket felt as if a belt ammunition was tied tight around it but when she looked down there was nada there, it would soon be two solar day since she had last eaten.

The soldiers were warming up some rations for breakfast but looked at the adult female in dismal secretiveness. Then the Brigham Young soldier spoke hesitantly to the Sergeant before walking over to the young girl, cradling her head in his hands he patiently poured a little warm soup into her dry mouthpiece. He then gently lay her back on the pasture brake before running his helping hand over her bare breasts, then moved his hands down to her slim thighs. `` Enough '' called the serjeant 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 prison term the sergeant-at-law spoke directly to the prisoner `` do you want to deport that bitch or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built woman stepped forward and each took one of the girl 's shoulders. `` You 'll have enough trouble without any unneeded weight unit '' jeered the grizzled old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few rags still hanging off the girl, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his young friend `` now 's your chance luvver boy ''. The Sergeant silenced further commentary by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get travel, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was thankful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching wooden leg, shoot feet and sunburn began to be a office of her macrocosm which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in presence trying not to cause further trauma. In front of her Varnia and the other woman dragged the silent, naked unseasoned girl. Carefully at first but as they tired they let her understructure drag to a greater extent heavily on the ground. The next village they skirted rung using farm tracks, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the state of his charges. The young lady friend suddenly coughed violently and her storm supporter dropped her face down on the hard primer coat. The two charwoman looked at each other and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the little girl on her rear and grabbed both her arms and Marie stood between the missy stage and lifted them. In this undignified way with her head hanging back and pedigree from her nose running across her face the broken girl had perhaps a slightly more comfortable journeying for a patch.

Around twelve noon, as they rejoined the road after taking to rough track to avoid passing through a pocket-size town, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to lessen to the ground and respite as the sergeant-at-law wrote out a sequestration note and sent two of the elder soldiers off to the pub. They returned each comportment half a 12 jug of ale. For the succeeding three-fourths of an hr the soldiers sat drinking and smoking, largely ignoring the women.

'' respite over, get a move on '' barked the serjeant-at-law and the prisoner were dragged to their ft. Even the Thomas Young girl managed to abide unaided but within a few tone of the party setting off she stumbled and sagged to her knees. The Sergeant struck her in the modest of her back with his rifle and she fell on her aspect, he then rolled her onto her backrest and gave her a fell gripe in the side of her rib cage, Tayna was n't certain but thought she heard a cracking as if it broke a rib. The Sergeant tiff in disgust at the foul naked body sprawled on the ground and muttered `` Shit, I give up on this beef '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll depart her here ''. The old soldier turned to his young friend and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the female child 's pes and dragged her lifeless mannequin off the route and lay her across a fallen tree. The minor had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his set up member into her exposed vagina. As he grabbed her hips and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and scarlet line spurted from her mouth. Although he soon came in her with a cry of pleasure she showed no sign of an orgasm and Tayna feared she might already be dead. The slim young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pale slender body, caressing her articulatio humeri, ribcage and breasts. When he got back to his invertebrate foot there were tears in his center but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his familiar and grinned saying `` fucking great ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the sergeant-at-law though his eye seemed to be fixed on the defenseless spring chicken. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the slope of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no corpse '', he then pulled a large Isidor Feinstein Stone from the roadside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the girl 's expression with all his strength. The serjeant then joined him and together they dragged the shatter carcass of the nameless young teenager to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty water. As the captive were herded on along the road Tayna took a sideway glance down to see only a pale pair of melt off buttocks still seeable above the water.

The Sergeant felt their company was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose torn rag failed to wrap up much of her body. She, along with a bantam daughter with roughly cropped curtly fairly hair now seemed to be the weakest of the prisoners. At least he felt able-bodied to march them through the sum of the future village later that afternoon.

General Slade had suggested that convicts should be marched on foot from the city to the proposed internment ingroup so the view of them would serve up as a warning to all in the town and village they passed through. It would certainly have been more frugal to have shipped them by rail in cattle motortruck, but he chose a path march through the more troublesome expanse to act as a admonition to other waif and strays. Although the serjeant-at-law was aware of this, that aurora he had perhaps felt that dragging a naked bloody unconscious youngster with them would take reflected badly on the regiment.

crepuscule came early that eve, the clouds darkened and a light drizzle started. They encamped for the nighttime by a stream, which the road crossed by a rock arch leaving quad between the piddle and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in tour to strip and wash, apparently oblivious to the watching women. After all most of them were probably prostitutes so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoners were allowed to pledge while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could manage without removing their apparel, although Varnia 's sodden blouse failed to hide much from the watching men.

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

Tayna shuffled over to sit future to the little blond and took her hired man, the little girl turned her tear stained face to Tayna and asked her name, then she told Tayna hers was Freyr. They both then moved forward to soothe their egotistic pes in the all the way running game water for a while. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the previous night. Just as she started to fall asleep Tayna was startled by gunshot. 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 nutrient for the prisoners might help them go on up the step. Unfortunately the soldiers were hapless shooting than he expected so it was unmanageable to cut up one minor rabbit into seven portions. The serjeant deliberately gave Tayna and Freyr the pocket-size pieces of the tough raw meat, silently assessing that if necessary he could probably give to cull two Sir Thomas More of his flush without too many questions being asked.

Tayna was woken by piddle from the current lapping at her feet as the swollen-headed stream rose in response to the now torrential rain. Although it was barely illumine 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 entire effect of the wind labour rain hit them. The soldiers had the protective covering of oilskin capes they produced from their packsack but the women 's wearing apparel gave no protection from the pelting. They struggled on up the hill away from the river, unornamented feet splashing in the rivulets of mucky water running back down the J. J. Hill. Tayna 's wet pilus was plastered across her face and she looked with envy at Frey in front of her, wondering for the first time if she had had her tomentum cut while held in the citadel, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the time to ask her !

The serjeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the blood line of prisoners as he considered her the most belike to need pulling along by the others, along with Freyr in battlefront of her. Marie he had chosen to contribute as he hoped she would set the in force tempo. As they breasted the top of the hill the to the full force of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The wind push back raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and diaphragm like tiny nails and her sodden, right cotton skirt wrapped itself blind drunk around the front of her thighs as she staggered forward, the movement of her branch made it slip down further below her hips as the improvize gnarl holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her bound hands, aware that if she stopped the soldier rear end would yet again prod her with his bayonet to keep her moving. The soppy ragged remains opf her skirt fell around her ankle joint and as she stumbled the soldier behind could n't help responding to the mass of her bare buns by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the same bit the rope around her carpus was pulled forward by Freyr, unaware of Tayna 's problems, and she fell to her knees yelling `` fucking full point ! ''.

The sergeant-at-law turned and walked back with a resigned expression on his case, this was just what he expected from that half nude jade. Remembering the fate of the Pres Young girl the former day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her invertebrate foot she became aware of a lovesome hotshot at the back of her powerful leg, she twisted to see a stream of blood, running down from her wounded buttock. `` The rainwater 's making it look worse '' volunteered Freyr, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the coarse textile rubbing the wound was intolerable. She started to cry. `` Get a fucking move on '' yelled the Sergeant, pulling his revolver out of its holster. She quickly dropped the doll and instead carried it in her men as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's okay I 'm not crippled, you bastards '', though in Truth each footstep caused acuate pain in the neck both from her pierced buttock and from her split knees.

They were n't allowed even a mo 's rest until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such excruciation and felt so humiliated after a chemical group of men stopped work on repairing a shop roof as they passed and all stared straightaway at her as she staggered yesteryear, her body still denude below the sodden remains of her tunica. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the sergeant-at-law running back to hook her back up by the neck and stare into her terrified eyes. `` My ft .... '' she pleaded. He let her drop face down again and grabbed one of her mortise joint looking at the wet, all-fired swollen-headed foot. He told the soldiers to contain and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier `` regain something to bandage this whore 's pes with ''. He fumbled in his pack for a theatre binding, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the serjeant-at-law `` that 's for you or you 're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a kick we 'll probably have 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 coarse sodden apparel behind her cervix and ripped it down to her waistline, baring her back. Then he tore it across for a few in before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a comic strip of material which he used to bandage her redress foot. He then roughly tore a second strip from the bottom of the dress exposing the back of her legs almost to her behind and proceeded to use that to bandage the other foot.

The Sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoner blinking feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to allow for further bandage. Before the Whitney Young soldier had a chance to start eating his ration after repacking his haversack they were all commanded to embark on moving again. As Frey staggered to her feet the shoulder of her destroyed sodden apparel slipped down her arms exposing her breasts. Her bound wrists prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their piteous MArch onward through the pouring rain more of the fabric torus so the tattered remains of the sleeves hung around her wrists while the rest of the shredded wearing apparel slipped with each pained measure until it trailed on the earth from her ankle joint. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her feet, one of the useless patch slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly onward Tayna stared pitifully down at the red stains in the muddy step Freyr left as she bravely struggled on with run of rain trickling down her shivering au naturel body.

By the clip they stopped for the even in the foothills of the mountains near a recently closed mine the rain and steer had thankfully died away and the beat women slumped haphazardly on the still wet short moor grass. `` If you retard ca n't shoot Thomas More than a single rabbit lets see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 M '' the serjeant challenged his troops. Even that stationary target took one of the soldiers four shot. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcass back to their encampment while others started untying the ropes from the women 's bleeding wrists and transferring the bond certificate to their ankle joint for the night. With this little act to facilitate the prisoner'discomfort Tayna hoped the Sergeant had after all some pity for his care. Was the sheep carcass to feed them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to work up a fire while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the immature soldier to finish attending to Marie 's bonds and release her own combustion wrists -suddenly Marie sprang to her feet ! The soldier grabbed the back of her scanty ragged clothes but the potent woman just pulled away from him, the apparel tearing from top to bottom leaving just a sodden strip in the soldiers manus. Marie ran fast and low to a whin banking concern nearby while tearing away the useless tatterdemalion tittle remaining of the clothes. Ignoring the tearing spines she thrust her bare tanned body through the gorse and disappeared into the gully of a modest stream.

As the sergeant-at-law screamed filth all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in by-line but then with further tempestuous screams the serjeant-at-law ordered two of them back to guard the rest of the prisoners. Having taken the unexpected chance to flee Marie knew her life was worthless to her pursuers and that she must put distance between them and herself as quickly as possible. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was debile from deficiency of food and could not sustain this agonising burst of energy for long. Reaching the end of the gully the flow cascaded 15 understructure down sway so she scrambled up out of the far side but three nip rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'opinion, she could listen the smoke hissing through the gorse inches from her thigh. Dropping back down she had no option but to fling herself down the almost sheer rocky drop. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her rear crashed onto a rock ledge half way down toppling her forward, blazon outstretched. She belly flopped onto the boulders at the underside, feeling ribs cracking like branchlet as her cheek splattered sideways onto the rock candy. A break down cheekbone sent agonising stabs of pain every prison term her left eyeball moved in its socket as she coughed up footling globules of blood from her perforated lung with each dreadful breather.

Yet still she staggered forward bent look-alike following the pull of the stream as it tumbled on down its little scissure. Her insane despair allowed her to pull ahead of the troops who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the rocky bed, her tanned knocker splattered with travail and coughed up bloodline she spotted respective bombastic boulders close above the stream and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her trunk down tight between and half beneath them. In panic she looked back towards the stream expecting to see a tell tarradiddle lead of blood but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see zilch obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunshots in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their interest and they could now get something to eat. But as the minutes passed nothing more was seen or heard of the Richard Morris Hunt. She crawled closer to Freyr and put an arm around her naked quivering shoulders. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with insensate, hunger and fear.

Marie must possess passed out for a short while, for as awareness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of line of descent from her lungs before she could take a inscrutable breath of air. She heard shout nearby answered by more aloof phonation. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their headlong pursuit and were now returning beating the clump of whin and searching over a wide front. Her fainting had lost her precious time and she feared the troops would quickly spot the boulders as a probably hiding office. She painfully dragged her displume aching trunk from beneath the bowlder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the stream keeping as close to the ground as possible. She had nearly made it into the shelter of a small brushwood when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard call then a gunshot followed by a crisp black eye to her can, which sent her sprawl as for the first time one of the bullets found its scar. Her whole lower soundbox felt as if flames were spreading inside her left thigh and through her abdomen. The bullet had hit off-white to be deflected inside her pelvic girdle then ripping through her lower berth belly to burst bloodily from her consistence to the left of her navel.

An creature instinct for survival took over her pain racked physical structure, she lifted her forefront and shoulders from the ground and dragged herself forward with her arms into the wood. A rifle butt joint driven down hard between her shoulder joint sword soon halted her desperate advance. Angrily the old soldier, whose shot had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her back with a thrill at the side of her ribcage. A glance at the bloody mess they had recaptured made it realise they had little time if they were to claim revenge while she still clung to life. The serjeant-at-law caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't need to conjoin in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to emit despite the agony each breath caused in her mash chest and torn abdomen, he said `` get the other bitch over here to see what happens if they try to escape ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the fresh sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the woods she was momentarily cheered by the vision of another fresh bloody carcass before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the Sergeant commanded `` subdue her ! ''. Quickly finding a stout tree to which a substantial branch was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, weapons system spread above her, feet clear of the solid ground. As the horrified prisoner watched Marie strained twice causing blood to spurt from the ragged hollow in her belly in addition to the continual trickle of blood down her left leg from her perforated buttock. However her one spread out eye stared aimlessly into space. The serjeant-at-law took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a tilt as a hammer drove one through each articulatio radiocarpea. Although little more could have been added to the suffering she was already in, this action mechanism symbolised the finality of her present office. The woman were made to stand and watch for nearly fourth part of an hr as, though no longer struggling, the poor girls ruined bureau still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with blood.

Released from its bonds after the bayonets had been retrieved the broken body, which even Tayna had once found titillating in its perfection, crumpled to the ground and the former prisoners were made to drop behind it by the ankles back to the fire.

A spit was set up and slice of flesh were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as punishment for letting Marie miss the untried soldier got none. The Sergeant roughly carved a piece of raw flesh from the thigh of the human carcass and threw it to the prisoner saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so make up the best of it ''. None of the hunched captive touched the bloody part of essence and they tried to brush aside its existence despite painfully clutching their empty aching venter and shivering with cold. Eventually, in the interests of the party making some progress the next day, the Sergeant relented and threw several handfuls of cold discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another corpse then '' teased the former soldiers. `` She was n't dead, well not THAT dead '' retorted the young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the frightened girl who curled into a ball 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 little blonde 's hand and foot and her blench body was spreadeagled on its back, thin branch spread full. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, slovenly woman '' laughed the soldier who was about to plunder her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much better physical structure than yer megabucks of bones '' just before he forced his rigid penis in between her aching thigh while tearing at her low white meat with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lubricious soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her ramification still spread panoptic while the Sergeant re-bound her slim carpus above her headway to the long rope. Tayna and the other fair sex shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated miss as their bond paper permitted. The following morning Tayna awoke to thin heat on her cover from the spring sunshine. Looking around she saw Freyr stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between unfold thighs. Her red optic suggested she had been crying all night. The attack still smouldered and stank of combust physical body, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcass had been thrown onto it where the flames had failed to completely consume them.

After the conclusion duad of days'bad weather the outpouring sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoner to their feet. Frey was dragged to her invertebrate foot with great discomfort. The sole of her metrical unit shredded and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her brass expressionless as she looked at the Sergeant 's holster, one-half hoping he would puff his revolver and end her botheration and humiliation.


Frey had been moved back to replace Tayna at the trailing end of the prospicient rope and the police sergeant guesssed that the terror of foster pain rather than Death would be more effective. `` Walk or they 'll just experience to embroil you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her feet, legs bowed and feet twisted on edge in torture. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the mountains. In demarcation to the late continuous cold and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the upgrade stiffened, the soldiers perhaps high-risk off than the mainly scantily adorn captive.

Varnia 's useless cotton wool blouse, rotten from damp and sudor, feel apart at the crease across her shoulders from the never-ending tugging off her bounce arms. Her good bosom fell out as it slipped down to the junior-grade amusement of the escort. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in disdain, he swiftly tore away the cadaver of her top, then slammed his rifle stern in her belly so strong that she doubled up in pain and fell to the undercoat. Hearing the commotion the serjeant-at-law ran back to see her sprawled on the ground, `` another gripe gone down '' sighed her assailant. The serjeant-at-law kicked toilsome the slope of her abdomen, unaware of the old blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted face screaming dirty word at him. He dragged her to her foot by the hair, hit her in her screaming mouth with the handle of his revolving door breaking three or four teeth and snarled `` I hope we do n't hold to crucify you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless misuse of her innocent friend Tayna hurried to follow as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off balance as she tried to ease the pain from the soles of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking piss me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red faced sergeant-at-law as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forward dragging Frey face down along the road, the other women also put exertion into keeping the mathematical group moving forward. The sergeant laughed at Frey 's organic structure jerkily being dragged along leaving fragile run and spatter of blood on the stony ground and replaced his gun in its holster.
The youngest soldier, already too tired and thirsty to be aroused by Frey 's nudity, viewed her as one might watch any wounded animal. He idly wondered if she would be alive or stagnant when they reached the impoundment camp, casually studying her sore twisting from slope to side as she tried to forestall foster laceration of her breasts, ribs and hips from the stony track.

To add to the inmate disreputable appearance as they approached the camp Tayna 's doll again came done for and fell to the priming. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the eye of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few building there were at the internment camp. A couple of turgid wooden hutch stood each side of the improbable wire Gates. A heights perimeter fence topped with four string of razor wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where rudimentary vigil towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The guard at the logic gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoner slowly struggled the last few yards towards him. almost other committal had arrived piled onto farm go-cart or in the backs of lorry, this was the inaugural time an bodyguard had managed to get the their armorial bearing to clamber all the way on foot. As the sentry duty pressed a clit by the gate the serjeant-at-law apologised for losing two of the eight convict. `` Do n't vex, most of the other groups lost more than than that before giving up and requisitioning some transportation '' the safety replied.

The women were roughly shoved through the gate as an officer appeared from the closest hut with two other armed guard. Tayna expect him to come up to them but he just stood and watched as Freyr was dragged acquit of an privileged gate. The guards released their shackle then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would chance next.

Then Tayna noticed another mathematical group of three charwoman with suntanned, or filthy, skin slowly approaching them. They wore soiled and tattered clothes clearly splattered with desiccated profligate and the nearest carried a tumid Isidor Feinstein Stone in one clenched fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new arrival. `` Feeding time girlfriend ! '' called out one of the guards with a grin. Horrified the six new comer dragged Frey 's barely witting body into the middle of their chemical group and got to their ft facing off the three leering women. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the while studying the new arrivals intently, their inviolable looking leader thenm snarled `` do n't count so scar, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents silence Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some Boulder near a flow over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot woman drank eagerly from the cool stream then Tayna suggested they sit Frey beneath the specter of the largest bowlder. However when they looked beneath it there were the remains of at to the lowest degree two human systema skeletale, still with some tomentum on the skulls, though most of the limbs seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a heap sobbing, realising why the Judge had thought it unnecessary to specify durations of their sentences. Varnia dragged the finger cymbals out from beneath the boulders tossing them into a slight dip in the ground about 20 grounds away so they would n't have to keep looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to create Frey comfortable now the sang-froid water had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three brute still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better take it in turns to proceed watch from on top of these sway '' she added with a cold practicality. Tayna wondered how much of their predicament Frey understood as another of their wasted companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up clunk of the short Gunter Grass and soil and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the ardent shimmering celestial horizon Tayna climbed down after her go keeping spotter, where there had at to the lowest degree been a slender cooling snap. She removed the ragged remains of her tunic and rolled it into a crude oil thin pillow before settling down naked alongside Freyr for the night like an animal, clasping her hollow aching belly, unsure whether they would see another dawn, or even if she actually wanted to ...