Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standards of the late 19th century. A lady friend of wider girth with rich rose hip and large tit to equalise she may suffer represented one of the more ancient examples of older Yorkshire Saxon stock. It may get been her folk having lived in the Rebecca West of England for generations had offered little in the way of glamourous opportunities to wayward young lady without husbands. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A destiny that well-nigh of the common signified working men of that shire would stimulate been hesitant to admit at outdo to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean Sea and the Orient beyond were piazza related only in ale sodden late night boastful tales by ex-grenadiers who had taken the top executive 's coin and had with God 's adept mercy had come back from those faraway shores to live to tell them. Much of this bravado was considered bluff from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering hoop of place exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the auricle of her otherwise empty drumhead. This physically ample female person taking on sealed foreign aires over local 1 and remaining ever eager to hear to any late nighttime braggadocio spouted by a pensioner. A mental end congealing that she would one day take the chance to visit these stead, given the properly opportunity of course. In the meanwhile somewhat embolden by her attenuated amorous nature she was subsequently caught in taking a rank tumble with the topical anesthetic merchandiser 's youngest married son. This being someone that had a family in high standing with the topical anesthetic gentry of the surrounding biotic community. And now her as continued near mien posed a moral quandary for the reputation of the community for peaceable harmonious area value she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The following Sunday she was called out in church the next Sunday as a Delilah and thus began to derive down the route that eventually led to her proscription format he shire. This case setting in motion a series of events would bump her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journey that would ultimately find her very far afield in such rarified piazza as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to go Forth affording her a quick musical passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the mesa from that previous trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this same sort of blind chance she arrived at the big metropolis'meager outskirts with little to hold her.

Several days of wandering these outskirts of London growing closer to penniless by the 60 minutes with little awareness of city slicker guile. The combining of Lapplander leading young 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 exception. She became the prime candidate of the hour as the drift unescorted and aimless into the soil of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the declared pageantry of gaudy standard announcing the virtues of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black dress coast with its outstanding gold and green chevron striped singlet. A somewhat wrestle looking showman he ran one of the smaller less chitchat display of the carnival whose banners garishly claimed to harbor the rarest most talented exotic looker garnered from the four corners of the known world. The four recess described in fact being any box that he could cadge the pursuit of any bequeath maiden sufficiently down on her luck to have not tasted food for the let day or two. A meat pie and various mugs of brownness bitters later accompanied by marvelous tales of the life usable as a performer upon the grander stages of Europe entertaining dukes and Martin Luther King giving him another game hen for his collection. These Baroque narrative of far-off topographic point and the accompanying generosities being wined and dined as a venial 'cause celebrate'by its storyteller sufficing to assure her of easy chance to rise as a genius of the theater under his hanker experienced and well-versed hands. The intellection of which no doubtfulness suited her fountainhead. Yet at times become tarnished by the comer of another voluptuous beauty of over ample symmetry in line with her own. It was a bit disappoint to think that she might be required to part her title as the center of attractive feature with this quickly growing modest supporting players of three other fair sex captivated by her impresario 's easy promise of celebrity and notoriety. Ones that vied in a approach to equalise robustness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the head of any likely consultation of males much respectable than the rest in retainer her own previous experience in plying the topical anaesthetic lads back in the shire.

The string to Southampton taking the belittled retinue to a packet steamer south scheduled to dock first at the port of Calais. The size of the ship excited the little girl almost as a good deal at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on dining table each allowed to select a new dress from one of his two larger steamer chest making up the entirety of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this small company of some four females 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 train Dixieland to make an urgent booking in Marseilles. The ever insatiable requirement of being in show business concern as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any private desire. A diminished terms to pay for the fame awaiting them. The train journeying seemed as punishing as it was fleet. The radical having to hurriedly realise connections at several depots with only moments to part with between stops. The taste of coal debris and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transport taking its toll on the tire women. After more than a to the full day 's locomotion they arrived at their destination on the glide of the blue sky Mediterranean. A carriage from the depot depositing their weary revue at a small blue dockside hotel on the harbor 's edge. The fuming showman having just before stomped about mightily in a display of frustrated furore beside the steam issuing sympathetically in choir from the train 's engine. The source of his discontent coming from a small-scale pencilled note that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the worriment of having no lodgings available that day to house his cortege. This situation only to be a temporary one as their adjustment at the K Palace Hotel which was in the cam stroke of finishing its high-pitched season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apologies that the situation out be rectified by the adjacent day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lacklustre outside of the two-story rat yap that to a couple of them was all too comrade to what they previously privy to. In a fatherly tone he twisted at his mustache an consoled the group that it was best that they all settle into these quarters to get needed ease this eventide. The ahead of time dawning would soon be upon them after a good night 's sleep when they all would trip by car to better milieu in the estimable component of town where their hotel was located. The impresario 's retainer appeared as if by magic bringing forth a carafe of dark red wine quickly passing glasses to the rest. `` drink deeply my beauties for tonight the large adventure of your life sentence beginsI '', said the executor of their collective pipe dream. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then dramatic art folk were zero else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her glass draining it 's refilling respective times in a like Lapplander manner. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the free consumption of these heady spirits that all happily toasted. The woozy little girl suddenly feeling the fatigue of their trip and the by day 's excitement slogging dizzily up the dingy unlit steps to their several berths.

The pulse of Cecelia 's capitulum seemed constant quantity in the dark elbow room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a constant booming sound that, along with her capitulum, seemed to slightly persuade back and Forth River in an unending cyclic continuous rolling motion. One would cause thought that she might have been back upon that old packet steamer clam that left them off on the coast of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a women positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing similar audio to her face. Laid low she supposed by that damnably laborious dark wine-colored that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attempt to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her school principal back she found her eyes focused upon three solidification of wide straps tightly poised against the spline supporting the thin mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her companions made a heave noise as if to confirm her equal incapacity in social movement. To her shock she was firmly encased in a large sack up enclosing her up to her neck. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her bunk. Startled into a craze she looked over into the semi-darkness of the side and heard the sound of dampen spokesperson from early women from the troupe. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact same dilemma of being held in captivity upon similar bunk bed. Her companion heavily testing the bunk 's baulk just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to talk out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a strange physical object. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling saliva that skid slowly over her tongue and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her forefront to the side of meat and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her bureau now pounded with an out-and-out terror as the recognition 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 chorus along with her other similarly fettered companions, their speech restrained by the intercession of a brank upon tight upon their the tongue. The fiendish gimmick allowing them breath but preventing the possibility of any intelligible spoken communication. Some mo of frantic struggle against these foolproof systems of physical control proving only their effectivity. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated cowardly soundless exhaustion. `` What terrors were in store for her now ? ``, the question echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the consequence of the past week. enquiry that in Inner Light of her former stolid secure universe of before made no sense. interpretable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid over-the-top dreaming. Confined by her hangdog conscience within some form 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 have by moral excellence of unending bout of scourge and monotony taken days ? A coarse looking swarthy man arriving each day through a lowly swinging hatch located out of view somewhere to the side serving as there attendant. Their optic now tested by the intermission of familiar darkness of his flyspeck lantern 's light. The core out metallic reverberation of his footfall suggesting the locating being within some hole steel bulkhead of a tramp steamer clam far below its deck of cards. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully dripped water into the side of their mouths so the could eat up it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many stories told of such ships plying trade as smugglers in slave throughout all percentage of the world. But especially to the Islamic port wine of Northern Africa just across the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea from civilized Europe. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling member of a consignment of man loading 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 irrefutable that their dapper dressing impresario along with his swarth help were revealed as smutty pander involved in this distasteful trade. The bunch of them as cargo off somewhere to an unrevealed metropolis located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish Empire or its vassals ? At to the lowest degree her habiliment remained upon her dirty tree branch such as they were from the sour cup of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling co-occurrence. The dateless darkness and the constant 'rum dum rum'vibration of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the side by side bulkhead producing a hypnotic core that sent each into more off-and-on dark dreams.

'' Was there such a thing as divine punishment for the collective multiplicity of her petty sin ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the ground for her current repugnant consideration after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable caller. Now helplessly bundled off to to meet an uncertain fate ? Totally at the clemency of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As much as her inert limbs ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with solemn penance. `` If only she could have yet one more chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling spirit. Just arouse up from this eternal situation and realize it was naught but a chastening aspiration ! She cried to herself in her thinker. Try as she might aft more interrupted sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that same pulsating dull rhythm beside their dank steel bedchamber. And, of track, the endless whimpering of her fellow inmates. Trying even harder to fight the mental pictures congealing of herself and her lot at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or worse at the indifferent whimsy of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or risky yet driven on in the train of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard narration told by old 'lifer 's from the social rank who had marched over desert sands the party stopping on function dismissed for the night to dwell Arab house of ill repute where women of all wash were kept interned to attend to the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the ones Modern to the imprisonment having not become used to routinely being despoiled a source of amusement to be laughed at and ignored in favor for the immediateness of quick expiation of lust and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a hareem accompaniment leaving the counsellor to be faced with a merciless confrontation with some anatomy of scourge. Their backs and buttocks soon to be beaten pitch-black and blue under the knout applied in the heavy hand by the house 's most believe 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the sentiment of the kind of legal injury such a arm might impose upon her own attender flanks.

The steel door burst open. Cecelia realized that in the thick of her fearful muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a halt. This metre respective voices announced by a multiplicity of footstep trailing their trips quarrelsome attendant. Some dark complexion men malformed in appearance and dressed in dirty caftans and red fez 's climbed one at a time through the bulkhead door. Each one directed by their ocean trip 's attendant towards a specific girl 's bunk. Each briskly releasing the sets of strap holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over strong wide-shouldered backbone. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sack of potato. The loss leader of the group advising them in a strange tongue as they dipped down to charge their core carefully through the rounded enclosure of the opening move. Cecelia 's turn coming final stage. A dyad of with child numb nighttime dark-brown eyes floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a husky arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose ineffectual to hinder out its brute smell. Or for that matter, to distinguish it from that of the complex consistence odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a burn combination of exotic spicery processed by unchecked stomate and untended bowels. Her heart began to accelerate again in a mortal apprehension of what the next name and address had in store. The diminished caravan of bundled cargo now brought forth hastily into the blinding Inner Light of day. She closed her untrained center tight to harbor them from the unbearable coarse blaze of twelve noon sun. All the spell detecting a din of guttural sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her brain 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every character of imaginable maunder characteristic of of Muhammadan. Their instrumental personal chattel responding in the like uncomprehensible unaccustomed manner of speech. Something completely puzzling and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's irradiation were doused again as the suite arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in turn before a rude adobe paries balancing as trump they could upon their foresighted untried limbs.

Cecelia opened her eyes to see one of her party slumped upon the ground. The other two like herself bouncing against a paries respectively just below a pair of iron manacle that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder 's superlative. The smallest most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a small arch lustrous blade. It 's keen reflection eliciting a whimper from the closest lady friend closest him. He began vigorously slitting open the cloth covering surrounding starting with the waistband enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her feet. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the dyad of cuffs just tapping lightly against the forepart of her articulatio humeri. One by one he pressed her weak wrist hard into each cuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to seesaw as best she could shakily maintaining her residue upon her infantry straight upright. Her initial endeavour to swoon and fall off back down cut short by the pain in the ass impose upon her carpus by the chains attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The menace of promote injury to her attendant carpus encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was capable to a standing position. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the gaoler grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the same tongue, edge reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the blade 's curvature downward splitting the garment into a shake rag. Her breasts dropping out heavily bouncing. Their fortunate tips standing hard and erect from their days of bondage now finally released. Some more bookish but furiously applied strokes of the knife and her dress had been deposed into a pile of stinking rags. The cleaning woman 's face now contorted in heartache as she swayed naked and fully exposed to sentiment. Cecelia felt her own marrow sinking feeling as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the midst lustrelessness of her own dingy hair's-breadth covering her most private area.

One by one each woman was treated in variety. The snowy bodies of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a nervous dancing in place. Their wrists tugging at the smoothing iron side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking string. Rough manlike deal dragged down the indulgent hide of each. Tracing a path through the centre of her tit down over her palpitation belly. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus lunar month'eliciting a shiver of the telephone receiver 's loins. Up and down upon the top of each second joint and then back up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shreds of remaining clothing cleared away. The passel of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fate. Cecelia felt a cool swig upon her raw thighs struggling to annul the cold intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of blend emotions burning the interior of her abdomen. Though fearful of what dreaded fate the next moment might bring she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would experience like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unannounced desire suddenly unleashed to willingly push forward to sweep up it. The wetness of her own sweat trailing down her front to mingle with her own inspiration succus. The whiz building as her mind began to evaluate the fact of her being completely discase and arms restrained on senior high school within a room full of unsympathetic substrata males. The startled wince of the fair sex right beside her dispelling such thoughts as urine from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another drift from the corner of her eye the cold-blooded depicted object of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's promontory as she responded dancing angrily in blank space beneath it. Each in bout receiving the same service. In contrast to the stifling heat flowing steadily through from the room 's room access each woman stood shaking from the piss 's unexpected coldness. She trembled as a parasite was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her almost remote hatchway. A irregular and a third bucket being applied for good measuring. The apathy of it all irked her. There was no try to force upon her what her own wild-eyed sentiment had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a find unchecked violation forcing her into an ungovernable Passion of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became cognisant that the fate awaiting her was lots darker. Something bound up finisher in the region of a form of beast husbandry rather than as a waiting bearing expressly for exotic male pleasure.

An old Robert Gray bearded man in a striped headdress hobbled into the room access. He diffidently handed his cane to another younger man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the coach in what one might theorize to be a local anaesthetic salutation. Then went over to test each specimen in contingent. His calloused hackneyed mitt eager to cover the girth of each thigh and buttock to prove its firmness. The pair of his two hired hand to press down heavily upon a the shoulders of each woman as if a beast whose physicality in prospective serve needed careful assessment. Attending more to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the mildness of the surface of a tit or the deepness of each woman 's central female person flock. The story of uneasiness grew ever potent in the pit of Cecelia 's breadbasket. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to test bod and muscular tissue, occasionally commenting over his articulatio humeri to the man in the fred fez. The man 's grip was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his custody encircled her and hug hard. Her dentition ground hard upon the steel of the brank that still encumbered her mouth. His clench seemed experienced in female bod as much as any sawhorse monger might experience been back household in her shire. Her eyes closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the tail of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his severely index. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and Forth in what she supposed was haggling out a price. His dorsum towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a wad was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the conclusion of this dealing. Knowing that it would leave in the side by side installment of what unsure fate that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the other char when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunts and guttural consonant utterances having come to decisiveness as the bargain was struck. The universal slap of marketer 's paw upon that of the buyer. A Mohammedan salutation from heart to head thrown in for effective measure. A purse was produced and the old merchant 's attender produced several stage set of token. Each was to suffice as dress for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal suspiration of relief by all the char. One by one each woman was fitted with a leaden atomic number 26 choker secured around the neck, a large metal loop forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed articulatio radiocarpea released from the manacle hanging overhead and the coat of arms guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron manacle so the dyad of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the buttocks. A minor knotted cloth gag now inserted to take up the project that the steel branks had formerly served. Another orotund pouch of unsmooth material was dragged down over their head word and down to their knee joint allowing each char encased within the sight their metrical unit and ankles. The grip were twisted so that a thin duration of chain was attached through little golf hole upon both the forepart closed circuit and its corresponding twin loop on the back of their collars. The short line of womanhood now properly harnessed together as a small train the old man 's representative was replaced by that of his younger helper who loudly barked a program line at them. With a heavily tug they were all pulled along stepping as estimable they could linked in tandem back into the street at a speedy pace. The unseen center of each naturally focused on the paving busily struggling to conduct their movement in accordance with the other so as to avoid anything sharp or potentially obstructive to their quick passage. The passion of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy covering. Their effort flowing freely covering their stallion bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their tree branch. Cecelia felt herself careen along by the neck for what must feature seemed a body politic geographical mile. The smells and auditory sensation of surrounding Islamite 's with their animals passing careless bumping into them with a force that threatened to send off one reeling to the dry land tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to hold back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a hard leather crop. She felt her groundwork gain the smooth surface of wooden planks again. Slivers of restless watery refections blinded her heart danced from below as it was discernible that their ensemble was now being led over a wharfage. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other port ?', she wondered ? A hard right wing crook and a serial publication of short blows guided them up a crew plank. The feeling of refreshful paint and teak woodwind along with an blistering spirit of smoke. Coal smoke ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her anterior naris giving her a start. `` What sorting of bulkhead would they be confined within this time ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of rough paw pushing the chief of each through a passageway room access to recognize them. They were then gathered together in a line within a cabin.

One by one the rocky cloth sheathing was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting irons had been detached. The necessity for public propriety to cover their exposed chassis to open view now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of public scrutiny of Islamic shariah law. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of collective sobbing from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a mass arms still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in hand. Their wristlet unlocked and tossed in the corner. The women returning to a mutual untied sobbing embracing as they shivered arm in arm pressing naked sweaty. An anvil along with a modest brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a rustling as new band of heavy iron shackle were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled knee breeches. The coat of arms, shoulders, and chest of drawers of the men being completely out of proportionality in shell to the rest of their torso. They pulled a adult female away from the mathematical group towards the glowing brazier one bending her foreword hard over the anvil her buttocks high and vulnerable. The women letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot iron from the brazier. Its business organization end an intricate stain all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the bound victim in suffering as the iron pressed hard into her flesh with a foul sounding sizzle. The smell of burnt shape immediately present throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin threshold which was now closed and fully secured. With no avenue of escapism they huddled again the likes of sheep pressing together concentrated and tight into the cabin 's empty corner of cold-blooded steel. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to hide their faces in the former direction of the branded woman now choking on her own sobs. One man pushed her down to kneel before the anvil. The other dragging the wrists of each arm towards the open hamper and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a radiance rivet fresh from the brazier into the fix upon the side of the iron fetter. His decently script taking up a sleigh and banning upon the pliant rivet. Each of the blows sending a small set of burning sparks bouncing about on storey and exposed flesh causing the poor unfortunate to squinch. Each ringing clangour of metal on alloy sending a collective shiver through the amalgamation of bare female person flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist now permanently secured, the other radiocarpal joint of the woman was equally attended to with another trammel. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her ankles presented in bit. The end result being that the woman 's two articulatio radiocarpea and two ankles were linked each to its corresponding early by two distance of three foot length of chain.

In what seemed to be an eternity of time and terror the womanhood now stood soundless and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewellery. Cecelia 's wrists and mortise joint throbbing from the warmth of the rivets coursing through the shackle. The room seemed to have a familiar throb auditory sensation. Something in the collective unconscious mind 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 future existence. An privileged voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it voicelessness, `` For you entire aliveness ! '' The shorter of the two behemoth angrily pointed menacingly at a doorway immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared more a run downward to the inside of the ship. The moment of the brutes now brandishing a small cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The initiative woman receiving a blow from it across her breast. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of blood quickly forming along the result lesions. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her hand she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The early three needing no boost prodding. Down into the interior of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the estrus rising as they reached each steel gridded political platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling Marine locomotive engine. Cajoled along by glancing blows and guttural consonant utterances down turning twice more low-spirited two early horizontal surface of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil whale 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 booming sound of articulating motor branch churning away extinguishing any convention level of human being oral communication. The dejected adult female near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal iron bars with a hasp. The belief left by the sight of same suggesting a form of prison-like envelopment. The eyes of all the enslaved women obsessively focused upon the big open lock that was attached to the hatch by a midget Ernst Boris Chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A bingle Tree trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the large head of an equally malefic heavyweight popped up through the opening. Over his bare berm was a forget me drug tightly digging into the pulp of his berm. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded political program he turned to begin hauling something weightily attached to the Lapp rope from below. The pinion char all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the corpse of an emaciated female. The bottom of the roach tightly looped around the top of her pectus underneath her lifeless weaponry. The inert slumping number covered in black sooty substance from nous to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very idle charwoman. What had once been a glowing shock of blond hair upon the forefront of a once young and vivacious face was now a dirty wet mop of coal dust. The man dragged the corpse about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to cause room for the radical of newly-impressed slaves to make pass. A all-embracing iniquity smiling upon his typeface accompanied a slight sarcastically deferential bow of his question signaling his two fellows conducting the party to urge them forth one at a sentence into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish chamber of horrors that awaited them below. Every women shaking uncontrollably in creature fear urged on by agile virgule from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her twist to turn away down to snaffle the burning rungs of the blade ladder to descend down to what now seemed a very short-change and nearly probably an eternally rag end. Was this place in fact a frown lap of hell described by her late in hell that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalty for her wickedness ? The romanticism of life-time as concubine now fully flown from her consciousness by the brimstone burning her ft from unbearable heat ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank, completely rust away leaving a emptiness containing one simple question as to what had occasioned the final lot of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. char her clay having just been so carelessly discarded. As she stepped off the ladder her dubiousness was immediately answered by the sight of a naked woman in chains that were standardized to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a peck of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging inferno of a steam boiler 's furnace. Her body hard and toned from unending physical lying-in. The inmate 's struggling trunk clothed head to toe in a slippery lightlessness. Her nakedness clothed by the gain of a loop-the-loop of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to rigor of the shackles clinking wildly with every flip of the shovel into the fiery incandescence of flaming licking out of the open portal to the ultimate nitty-gritty of the pits creating steam for the massive ship 's boilers. Two other women being equally scantily attired in branding iron shoveling coal with as much get-up-and-go into two other open furnaces. The lowly tout ensemble working at an accelerated pace as if their lives depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's impassioned wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally get hold of her ultimate name and address and fate. To fade slowly within the insufferable intensity of this everlasting heat. She turned to see her other three companions being led to the early bay. Each to her post stopped before the receptive room access as a chemical chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The rampart behind piled with heavy ball of ember. Several sluggish female trunk slumped one atop the other over one of the humble pitcher. One of them stirring with a debile moan as the the male gaoler having first opened each furnace doors of the diametrical bay before the newly cinctured women took his long iron rod and pressed its glowing red hooked end into the side of the top most body upon the fleshy pile. The incidental then slapping hard upon the top of her rear with his nemesis causing her to contort up painfully and crawl forth in great agony to what appeared to be a small jail cell enclosure located just behind the erect ravel.

The guard alternately prodding the mass of her fanny cooling its tip without eh sizzle of anatomy from her scarred form. Motivating her to crawl faster to her goal opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heating plant. He then dropping the iron to run up to stand over her in front of the spread gate, half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the same man and then shoved and kicked into the enclose space on top of the jumble of what turned out to be yet another inmate resting within. A low ceilinged enclosing that barely could fit two lodging the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured adult female who now was fighting for breathing space. Until grasped by another rough hand to be pushed off the number 1 with a violent shove. `` Let the working girl breath her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the perpendicular legal community of the room access that had now been secured shut with a metallic click. The disgraceful coal dust smeared expression of the woman in the shadows who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hours shoveling ! '' `` And four hours rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to squat over the bucket just outside her when your are near to bursting with shit. '' `` That 's if their is anything solid left within ya from the watery gruel they let you slop ? '' `` Just urine and squirt it out from both ends when your shoveling on the ember spilling from the bunker. '' The adult female then went stonily silent as she cradled the soggy flesh of the fully spent worker her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the poor devil crunched over the second joint of the other coal soot blackened Blessed Virgin cradling her from above. Her quick shallow hint barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't hold out ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with complete hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the gang of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short startled riot as she felt herself go syncope. `` hold up. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaking spokesperson ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the former woman. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the side as dinner party for the sharks. '' `` The emir of this stinking island hates Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his prize and talent to persuasion for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to express to foreign travelers struggling naked under the lash for a lark ! '' The womanhood 's pock arms and torso heading fresh blackleg from recent blows of the scourge. `` Thinks he makes Allah glad by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the char said giving out a madman jest. `` Maybe the get-go one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you to a greater extent than two calendar week ! '' `` Maybe three calendar week at practiced ! ``

Cecelia began to bellow out loud turning away from the howling devil of her fellow inmate who ponded hard and violently upon the dying torso of the woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up bitch ! ``, the crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the sluggish contour of the expired slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing spitefulness. The three other adult female were now struggling mightily to respectively abstract spadeful full 's of coal upward to keep them them point with the open door of the boiler furnaces. The bare chested turnkey striking out at one bare white-hot back with the full phase of the moon fury of his scrooge. Urging all of his bursting charge to help them conquer their sheer physical exhaustion through motivating them with more hammer strokes from his cat up and down all over their bring down vertebral column and buttocks. The flesh on each turning into red banding dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with large sweat. Some still barely getting a shovel into its signify target but doing same faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the unsatiable raging conflagration behind the glow red iron mouths of each boiler to burn a piddling hotter. Any most misfire spilling coal from a scuttle earning the reprobate 's sweat slick red striped Patrick Victor Martindale White back another two cherry red welts. The rhythm method of each eventually coming into a steadfast cycle as each tortured soulfulness was getting the bent of the right amount of coal to toss. The big man behind him taking relish in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet to a greater extent pain to be inflicted on their struggling body if they dropped the pace. The articulation just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick apprentice ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the former woman with daggers as the former pushed the indifferent body of the unfortunate 's corpse hard up against Cecelia 's close down branch. She rose up abruptly and turning her articulatio coxae hard to one side and let out a laborious stream of hot piddle splattering carelessly about. lots of it splashing across the dead woman 's head. The torrent dousing clean some of the melanize smudges of its dead body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred albumen skin.. `` You 'll memorise ! ``, the harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they send a squadron of ships from England to save us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, spat redoubtable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The ameer 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 netherworld saying absolutely nothing. '' `` If you cry out to gain ground their attention for assistance you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your scuttle harder into another pile of rock and roll and just shovel and close your maw '' `` 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 babe or their female parent and they wo n't help ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just wild raw animals '' `` Something out of a zoo to take care and laugh at like dirty rascal ! '' `` The fucking mongrel ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former companion. They seemed transformed in some way from woman into a more sinister forms of wildcat. Their once Edward D. White skin now peppered gray over red stripes now from the gathering dust of shovelful of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The accrual of sweat streaking through exposing the crimson exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's metallic element tips. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her pectus hard pressed against the bars exposing the two red crown of her magnanimous breasts and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in instant agony looking down to obtain a welt forming upon the top of one The maniac 's self-satisfied sadistic grin beaming down upon her as she cowered back as fast as he could shin into the cell 's Interior Department.

The articulation from the wickedness behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a habitue man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or nip your bosom ! '' `` Never with their hands at least ? '' `` Only with the thong. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid intemperately tool in this place. ``, the cleaning lady 's vocalization lowered at the end of her ebullition into a low oink. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her tit from any likely contact lens with the hot iron of the bars only to face the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own peg pulled back and spread wide apart like the fore legs of a evil spider. She was busily shoving three of her spindly digit hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the wellspring of her ruby red wet slit like some insane zoo monkey letting out low moan as she began to mount into intensity of a climax and began to gush. The initial Wave of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a second into a more slacken position the woman now opened her optic and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You better memorize this trick fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the only thing that will keep you going ! '' `` Coal detritus and cunt do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the fair sex offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned forward towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the woman with a big notched smiling as she grabbed unvoiced at Cecelia 's head with her two manpower forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening at the root word of her legs. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to pull away, the accumulated strength gain from a small eternity of the former woman ; s shoveling ember overcame all attempts to refuse. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's case with her vagina 's government issue. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's nose and mouth. Another quick spurt of juices then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the poor little girl mouth. `` lick me you fucking holler Lick me ! '' The stringy muscleman of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` slug me or I 'll stamp out you ! '' I 'll smother you with my cunt ! '' The hagfish revelry was suddenly cut short as a hard male phonation barked from outside. The small prison cell room access swung assailable and Cecelia 's hair's-breadth was grabbed from buns and she was pulled backwards out the clutches of her insane cellmate. Two weaponry forced her upwards to the strait of her own chains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her pes and shoved before the worn-out frame of one of her original companions. The shift was being changed. And it was now her bend to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of chain on the other staggering barely able-bodied to put up was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waistline. The front of the former woman 's grimace and body was completely blackness with a slurry of coal dust and trunk sweat. The man pushed the unfortunate person back towards the cadre where the other gaoler fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the corpse of the dead charwoman out of the petite cell by its ankle. A puddle of excreta trailing across the entryway from between the corpse 's behind. The new resident now was pushed down to her hands and knees and forced to crawl through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against exhaustion to slide across its slick Earth's surface. A jubilant cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless oral fissure of the master copy harpie as a new victim was introduced to service her insatiate desire.

The foresighted length of chain was running back through the vallecula of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big helping hand push her to towards the coal scuttle laying upside down on the floor. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its threshold was opened seemed as if it might set her question of hair on fervour ! The instant pain of the cat stroking against her lowly rear forcing her instantaneous submission to scrunch over to plunk up the heavy hatchway. Needing no promote encouragement to begin her undertaking she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading pile of ember rocks just to her side to toss them in. Her blazon felt similar rubber as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the open doorway. The heat pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her orb and she had to shut her eyelid into a soused squint. A loud sally of sword belt hitting hard into tender flesh helped advance her sleeve up gamey just far enough to disgorge the capacity of the shovel int the ardour 's maw. She choked from the pain of the blast. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the white hot possible action 's mouth. Another fissure landed on the binding of her upper thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the intolerable passion yet another black eye reaching up between her hindquarters to graze her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a shovel to the full of coal at the quick. The infliction was now beyond intolerable for her conscious psyche to compass. But her consistency snapped to like a puppet knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the mouth of the scuttle across the story to storm up another brawny portion of coal. The blows becoming less patronize as she began to adhere to a continuous unbreakable yard. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless golem struggling to outflank it 's stopping point rescue. Stroke and cam stroke, chance event and stroke, again and again and again. Her buttocks like parallel granite strong tilt. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered muscles bulging Forth. The once human mechanism ever on the border of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to outdo itself with every serial attempt. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly self-governing of the flames of the inferno before her. The heat within it rivaling the fires that she fed as her own cunt began to throb and tighten harder and ever severely with every successive heave. The press release of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling Forth. drop-off of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's brand with every thrust forward of the digger as the coal was thrown. A beastly gumption of disco biscuit beyond anything imaginable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could ingest be considered cultured about her utter the wildness of mindless fury having taken restraint of her soul. She had been transformed from a human being being into a viscous struggling beast. A wounded animal caught up in an all out struggle to restructure its former earthly boundaries into that of a devil. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more blinding heat and the burning at the stake slash yet another shock upon her white hot physique. A completely sick inmate initiated into the paradiss of an eonian netherworld .