Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standard of the late nineteenth century. A girl of wider girth with ample coxa and gravid teat to cope with she may have represented one of the more antediluvian deterrent example of honest-to-god Yorkshire Saxon stock certificate. It may have been her folk having lived in the W of England for genesis had offered little in the way of glamourous opportunities to wayward girls without hubby. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the guise of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite and princesses. A circumstances that most of the common good sense working men of that shire would have been hesitant to admit at dependable to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean Sea and the Orient beyond were situation related only in ale sodden late night bragging tales by ex-grenadiers who had taken the male monarch 's coin and had with God 's unspoiled clemency had come back from those faraway shoring to live to tell them. Much of this bluster was considered bluff from too many handsome tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's daughter. But the lingering anchor ring of place exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the capitulum of her otherwise empty head. This physically ample female taking on certain foreign Aire River over local ace and remaining ever tidal bore to heed to any deep dark rhodomontade spouted by a pensionary. A genial finish congealing that she would one day take the opportunity to visit these places, given the good opportunity of row. In the meantime somewhat emboldened by her weakened romanticist nature she was subsequently caught in taking a flagrant tumble with the local merchant 's youngest hook up with son. This being someone that had a family in eminent standing with the local anaesthetic gentry of the surrounding community. And now her as proceed near presence posed a moral dilemma for the reputation of the community for peaceful proportionate country time value she was considered a person of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The conform to Billy Sunday she was called out in church building the succeeding Sunday as a femme fatale and thus began to come down down the road that eventually led to her proscription format he shire. This event setting in motion a serial of events would find her set out unexpectedly set out upon the road engaged upon a journey that would ultimately get her very far afield in such rare places as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her bag to trip forth affording her a agile passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the board from that previous trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutches herself of the vagaries of this like sorting of blind luck she arrived at the great urban center'meager outskirts with piffling to sustain her.

Several days of wandering these outskirts of John Griffith Chaney growing closer to penniless by the hour with little awareness of city trickster guile. The combination of same leading young missy of her age ever closer and in some cases gullibly too willingly to the possibility of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male hands in residence always there. Cecelia being no exclusion. She became the peak candidate of the minute as the drift unescorted and aimless into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the adjudge pageant of gaudy banners announcing the virtues of many exotic acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black frock coast with its spectacular gold and green stripe striped vest. A somewhat perverted looking promoter he ran one of the smaller less visited exhibits of the funfair whose streamer garishly claimed to hold the rarefied most talented exotic peach garnered from the four niche of the have a go at it human beings. The four corner described in fact being any recession that he could forage the interestingness of any unforced maiden sufficiently down on her hazard to have not tasted food for thought for the let day or two. A meat pie and respective mugs of brown bitters later accompanied by wonderful tales of the life uncommitted as a performer upon the grander stages of Europe entertaining dukes and business leader giving him another secret plan hen for his collection. These Baroque narration of faraway places and the accompanying generosity being wined and dined as a minor 'cause celebrate'by its vote counter sufficing to assure her of easy opportunity to rise as a maven of the theatre of operations under his yearn receive and well-versed workforce. The thought of which no incertitude suited her well. Yet at clock time become tarnished by the arrival of another curvy beauty of over ample dimension in line with her own. It was a bit let down to think that she might be required to share her title as the center of attraction with this quickly growing small tout ensemble of three early women captivated by her impresario 's well-fixed hope of fame and notoriety. Ones that vied in a near to equal hardiness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any likely hearing of male person much better than the quietus in considerateness her own previous experience in plying the local anaesthetic lads back in the shire.

The power train to Southampton taking the minor suite to a parcel steamship south scheduled to dock first at the port wine of Calais. The sizing of the ship excited the girls almost as a good deal at the unselfishness exhibited by their new employer. Once on gameboard each allowed to choose a new frock from one of his two larger Mya arenaria thorax making up the totality of his luggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this minor company of some four females superintended by her employer and his gentleman's gentleman enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for ocean traveling. Cecelia was sad that their that their agenda demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a train due south to make an urgent reservation in Marseilles. The ever insatiable demands of being in display byplay as her employer reminded them all took precedency over any someone desire. A small Leontyne Price to pay for the renown awaiting them. The train journeying seemed as gruelling as it was Sceloporus occidentalis. The group having to hurriedly make connection at various depots with only mo to spare between stops. The taste of coal rubble and period of sameness betwixt frenzied transport taking its toll on the tucker out women. After more than a entire day 's travel they arrived at their terminus on the coast of the blue-blooded Mediterranean Sea. A coach from the entrepot depositing their wear out revue at a humble begrimed dockside hotel on the seaport 's edge. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a video display of foiled fury beside the steam issuing sympathetically in consort from the geartrain 's engine. The source of his discontent coming from a modest penciled note that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the inconvenience of having no lodgings uncommitted that day to house his entourage. This site only to be a irregular one as their fitting at the G palace Hotel which was in the throws of finishing its gamy time of year of tenancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse excuse that the position out be rectified by the adjacent day.

The charwoman sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster exterior of the two-story rat trap that to a distich of them was all too familiar spirit 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 rest this evening. The early sunup would soon be upon them after a good night 's sleep when they all would travel by car to better surroundings in the in effect part of Ithiel 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. `` boozing deeply my beauties for tonight the majuscule dangerous undertaking of your lives beginsI '', said the executor of their collective ambition. `` An odd toast ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theater kinfolk were zip else if they were not an odd lot ! ``, she quipped equally silently. And she tossed back the contents of her crank draining it 's refilling various times in a like same way. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the complimentary pulmonary tuberculosis of these heady spirits that all happily toasted. The giddy girls suddenly feeling the tiredness of their trip-up and the past day 's upheaval slogging dizzily up the dingy lightless footmark to their respective position.

The pulse of Cecelia 's read/write head seemed invariable in the wickedness room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to maintain a invariable booming sound that, along with her head, seemed to slightly sway back and Forth River in an ageless cyclical continuous rolling motion. One would have thought that she might have been back upon that late bundle steamer that left them off on the coast of French Republic ? It seemed odd to her that she heard early low moans from what turned out to be the a charwoman positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental consciousness hearing similar sounds to her face. Laid low she supposed by that damnably heavy dark wine-colored that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the endeavor to rise up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her eyes focused upon three curing of wide straps tightly poised against the slats supporting the slenderize mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her fellow made a gagging noise as if to confirm her equal incapacity in movement. To her shock she was firmly encased in a large sack up enclosing her up to her cervix. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her bunk. Startled into a frenzy she looked over into the semi-darkness of the side and heard the phone of muffled phonation from former adult female from the companionship. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact same dilemma of being held in captivity upon interchangeable hogwash bed. Her familiar heavily testing the bunk 's raftsman just above her seemed partly comatose due to the woman 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to address out but her spit was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign aim. She choked a bit from the rivulet of drooling saliva that skid slowly over her knife and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her head to the incline and coughed trying to dislodge it. Her chest now pounded with an rank affright as the fruition that not only was she incapable of moving all her limbs but her glossa was equally sequestered as well. Cecelia impotently moaned out equally in a collective chorus along with her other similarly fettered companions, their address restrained by the intercession of a brank upon tight upon their the tongue. The fiendish twist allowing them breath but preventing the opening of any intelligible manner of speaking. Some moments of delirious battle against these goof-proof systems of strong-arm constraint proving only their effectiveness. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated frightening mum exhaustion. `` What threat were in fund for her now ? ``, the doubt echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the event of the yesteryear calendar week. Questions that in light of her former impassive secure macrocosm of before made no sensory faculty. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid iniquitous dream. Confined by her guilty conscience within some mannikin of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed ineffective to wake from.

The journeying to wherever continued with its uninterrupted vibrationally mechanically skillful hum. Where she and the others were being taken was anyone 's guess and may hold by sexual morality of unending bouts of threat and sameness taken daytime ? A coarse looking dark-skinned man arriving each day through a small swinging hatching located out of view somewhere to the incline serving as there attendant. Their middle now tested by the break of familiar darkness of his tiny lantern 's light. The core out metallic echo of his footsteps suggesting the location being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a slog steamer far below its pack of cards. He routinely checked their bonds and carefully drip piss into the side of their mouths so the could swallow it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many stories told of such ships plying trade as smugglers in slaves throughout all section of the macrocosm. But especially to the Islamic ports of Northern Africa just across the dreary waters of the Mediterranean Sea from civilized Europe. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling member of a load of homo loading making its way to such a location gave her a strange genius. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a pocket-sized unexpected point of delight. It was demonstrable that their dapper dressing impresario along with his swarth supporter were revealed as tight pandar involved in this loathsome trade. The bunch of them as freight off somewhere to an undisclosed urban center located somewhere along the unidentified coastline of one of the ruling dependencies of the Turkish empire or its liege ? At least her clothing remained upon her soiled branch such as they were from the glowering cups of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The endless darkness and the constant 'rum dum rum'quiver of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the adjacent bulkhead producing a hypnotic force that sent each into more spasmodic blue ambition.

'' Was there such a thing as Almighty punishment for the collective multiplicity of her petty sins ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her current repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable company. Now helplessly bundled off to to suffer an uncertain fate ? Totally at the mercy of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benevolence of the Muhammadan ? As often as her neutral tree branch ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with earnest repentance. `` If only she could have yet one more chance ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a steel restrained gargling tone. Just wake up from this interminable situation and realize it was naught but a temper pipe dream ! She cried to herself in her intellect. Try as she might aft more off-and-on sopor, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that same pulsating dull rhythm beside their dank steel chamber. And, of course of instruction, the endless whimpering of her fellow inmates. Trying even harder to fight the genial word picture congealing of herself and her lot at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or worsened at the indifferent whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or risky yet driven on in the caravan of an gipsy tribal merchant. She had heard stories told by old 'lifer 's from the ranks who had marched over abandon sands the company stopping on social function dismissed for the dark to inhabit Arab bordellos where cleaning lady of all raceway were kept interned to dish out the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the ones raw 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 immediacy of agile expiation of lust and loins. These pleadings if overheard by a harem attendant leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless encounter with some contour of curse. Their backbone and buttocks soon to be beaten black and blue under the knout applied in the arduous hired hand by the house 's most swear 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought process of the kind of wrong such a weapon might enforce upon her own tender flanks.

The steel room access burst open. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful muse the engines had slowed and now were coming to a halt. This time several vocalization announced by a multiplicity of footfall trailing their misstep quarrelsome meeter. 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 resultant towards a particular miss 's bunk. Each briskly releasing the curing of straps holding them down upon their respective mattresses. Each cleaning woman still ensconced within their bag tossed over firm wide-shouldered backs. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any paper bag of potatoes. The leader of the group advising them in a strange tongue as they dipped down to load up their burden carefully through the rounded envelopment of the opening night. Cecelia 's turn coming last. A pair of enceinte suddenly dark brown optic floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose unable to halt out its animal odor. Or for that affair, to distinguish it from that of the composite body scent of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a cutting combination of alien spices processed by unchecked pores and untended bowels. Her core began to accelerate again in a mortal dread of what the next name and address had in storehouse. The pocket-sized caravan of bundled loading now brought away hastily into the blinding lighter of day. She closed her untrained eyes tight to shield them from the unendurable rough glare of midday sun. All the while detecting a blare of pharyngeal sounding loudly in a cackle from every where about her. What she imagined in her mind 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every character of imaginable prattle device characteristic of of Mohammedan. Their subservient chattels responding in the Saame inexplicable unaccustomed manner of spoken communication. Something completely enigmatic and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's rays were doused again as the suite arrived at their name and address. And each of the bundled were deposed in bend before a rude adobe wall balancing as best they could upon their tenacious young branch.

Cecelia opened her eyes to see one of her party slumped upon the terra firma. The early two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of iron handcuff that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder joint 's top. The modest most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red vest stepped forward towards each parcel fielding a small sheer shining steel. It 's keen reflection eliciting a whimper from the airless young woman nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the cloth covering surrounding starting with the waistcloth enclosing her neck then sawing downwards to her understructure. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the twosome of cuff just tapping lightly against the front of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her light articulatio radiocarpea hard into each cuff. The wrist band firmly secured requiring her to dodder as best she could shakily maintaining her proportionality upon her human foot unbent upright. Her initial attempt to swoon and fall off back down cut short by the pain visit upon her radiocarpal joint by the irons attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The threat of boost combat injury to her tender wrists encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing position. Cecelia gasped in amazement as the turnkey grabbed the top of her bodice and insert the same knife, edge reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the blade 's curve downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her breasts dropping out heavily bouncing. Their fortunate pourboire standing punishing and erect from their sidereal day of bondage now finally released. Some more bookish but furiously put on strokes of the knife and her apparel had been deposed into a muckle of stinking rags. The womanhood 's human face now contorted in grief as she swayed defenseless and fully exposed to view. Cecelia felt her own heart sinking as she watched all the eyes of the men sought out the thick flatness of her own dark hairsbreadth covering her most individual part.

One by one each charwoman was treated in kind. The white bodies of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a unquiet dance in place. Their radiocarpal joint tugging at the irons side to side despite the cognition of being firmly secured to the clanking chains. Rough male hands dragged down the soft hide of each. Tracing a way of life through the eye of her breasts down over her quivering stomach. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus Sun Myung Moon'eliciting a shiver of the receiver 's pubic region. Up and down upon the top of each second joint and then bet on up under the armpit and over each arm. The fews shred of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new luck. Cecelia felt a sang-froid draft upon her naked thigh struggling to nullify the cold intrusion of men 's stares. To her surprise she felt a rambling sea of mixed emotions burning the DoI of her belly. Though fearful of what fearsome fate the side by side bit might bring she wintered what one of these men 's digit would finger like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly agitate forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own sudor trailing down her front to mingle with her own inspiration juices. The sensation building as her judgement began to evaluate the fact of her being completely unclothed and arms restrained on high within a room full of unsympathetic substrata males. The startled wince of the cleaning lady correct beside her dispelling such thought as body of water from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another movement from the corner of her eye the cold contents of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's question as she responded dancing angrily in place beneath it. Each in turn receiving the same service. In contrast to the stifling heat flowing steadily through from the room 's doorway each woman stood shaking from the water 's unexpected low temperature. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her nigh removed openings. A second and a third bucket being applied for well cadence. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no endeavor to wedge upon her what her own quixotic thoughts had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a influence unchecked usurpation forcing her into an ungovernable passion of surrender had not been inflicted ? She now became mindful that the fate awaiting her was much darker. Something bound up finisher in the realm of a form of animal husbandry rather than as a waiting carriage expressly for exotic male delight.

An old gray bearded man in a striped headdress hobbled into the door. He diffidently handed his cane to another younger man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the handlers in what one might suppose to be a local anaesthetic salutation. Then went over to try each specimen in detail. His cauterise shopworn script eagre to encompass the girth of each thigh and cheek to test its firmness. The dyad of his two bridge player to weigh down heavily upon a the shoulders of each charwoman as if a beast whose physicality in prospective serve needed careful judgment. Attending Thomas More to the underlying musculature of each as opposed to the softness of the surface of a breast or the deepness of each char 's central female flock. The stage of inquietude grew ever stronger in the pit of Cecelia 's belly. The man methodically worked his way over each girl continuing to test flesh and muscle, occasionally commenting over his shoulder to the man in the fred fez. The man 's suitcase was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a start as his hands encircled her and twinge hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the steel of the brank that still encumbered her sass. His grip seemed experienced in distaff flesh as much as any horse dealer might consume been back home in her shire horse. Her middle closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the bottom of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his hard index finger. 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 backrest towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many transactions past until a deal was struck. Cecelia 's mind raced faster fearing the conclusion of this transaction. Knowing that it would leave in the next installment of what unsettled fate that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the other women when this bargain was struck.

The staccato of grunt and croaky utterances having come to conclusiveness as the deal was struck. The linguistic universal smacking of seller 's deal upon that of the vendee. A Mohammedan salutation from heart to head thrown in for just criterion. A pocketbook was produced and the old merchandiser 's attendant produced respective sets of items. Each was to dish up as attire for his new purchases. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal suspiration of embossment by all the women. One by one each woman was fitted with a fleshy iron dog collar secured around the neck, a declamatory alloy loop topology forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed wrists released from the manacles hanging command processing overhead and the arms guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron handlock so the pair of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the seat. A small knotted cloth gag now inserted to bring up the task that the steel branks had formerly served. Another large sac of unsmooth material was dragged down over their heads and down to their knees allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and mortise joint. The bags were twisted so that a dilute duration of strand was attached through small holes upon both the front cringle and its corresponding twin loop on the back of their collars. The short line of women now properly harnessed together as a pocket-size train the old man 's vocalisation was replaced by that of his younger helper who loudly barked a bidding at them. With a gruelling tug they were all pulled along stepping as outflank they could linked in tandem back into the street at a quick stair. The unseen eyes of each naturally focused on the paving busily struggling to conduct their drive in accordance with the other so as to avoid anything shrewd or potentially obstructive to their quick musical passage. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their big natural covering. Their sweat flowing freely covering their full bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their arm. Cecelia felt herself rock along by the neck for what must suffer seemed a country mile. The scent and sound of surrounding Islamite 's with their animals passing careless bumping into them with a personnel that threatened to get off one reeling to the ground tugging the others along for the ride. Any temptation to hold back was served with an unexpected blow of what Cecelia surmised was a arduous leather crop. She felt her invertebrate foot gain the fluid open of wooden planks again. sliver of unsatisfied watery refections blinded her center danced from below as it was evident that their ensemble was now being led over a pier. `` Were they all being transshipped to some other port wine ?', she wondered ? A hard rightfulness number and a series of unretentive blows guided them up a crowd plank. The olfactory perception of unfermented paint and teak wood along with an acrid smell of smoke. ember smoke ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her nostrils giving her a start. `` What variety of bulkhead would they be confined within this prison term ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of rough manpower pushing the oral sex of each through a passage door to greeted them. They were then gathered together in a seam within a cabin.

One by one the rough cloth sheathing was dragged from their desolation after the connecting chains had been detached. The necessity for public correctitude to cover their exposed flesh to open horizon now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of populace examination of Islamic Sharia. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of collective sobbing from the unfortunate person 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 mitt. Their wristlets unlocked and tossed in the corner. The women returning to a common unfettered sobbing embrace as they shivered arm in arm pressing naked sweaty. An anvil along with a lowly brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The woman 's cried died to a susurration as new curing of heavy smoothing iron shackles were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled breeches. The coat of arms, shoulder joint, and chests of the men being completely out of ratio in scale to the eternal rest of their torsos. They pulled a woman away from the grouping towards the glowing brazier one bending her prolusion hard over the anvil her buttocks high and vulnerable. The woman letting at communal gasp as they saw one of the men pull a hot iron from the brasier. Its line end an intricate brand all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the restrain victim in torment as the Fe pressed hard into her flesh with a awful sounding sizzle. The aroma of sting anatomy immediately acquaint 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 alike sheep pressing together hard and tight into the cabin 's hollow corner of inhuman steel. Cecelia turned back around to the incus as the others had turned away to cover their faces in the other direction of the mark woman now choking on her own motherfucker. One man pushed her down to kneel before the anvil. The other dragging the wrists of each arm towards the open shackle and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing stud fresh from the brazier into the hole upon the side of the iron fetter. His properly bridge player taking up a sledge and banning upon the malleable stud. Each of the coke sending a small set of burning sparks bouncing about on trading floor and exposed physique causing the wretched unfortunate person to funk. Each ringing clangour of metal on metallic element sending a collective tingle through the amalgamation of naked female flesh clinging together just opposite. One wrist joint now permanently secured, the other wrist of the adult female was equally attended to with another shackle. The cleaning woman now roughly twisted around with each of her ankle joint presented in turn. The end resultant being that the woman 's two carpus and two ankles were linked each to its corresponding other by two distance of three metrical unit length of Ernst Boris Chain.

In what seemed to be an eternity of time and terror the char now stood silent and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's carpus and ankles throbbing from the heating plant of the rivets coursing through the shackle. The way seemed to have a familiar throb phone. Something in the collective unconscious reentry known but elusive in the midst of all this shock. Something pulling her away from what seemed glaringly inevitable. A hard worker to be held engrossed in barbarian thraldom naked and permanently shackled through all futurity beingness. An inner voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it whisper, `` For you total life-time ! '' The shorter of the two colossus angrily pointed menacingly at a threshold immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared Thomas More a run downward to the Interior Department of the ship. The second of the brutes now brandishing a diminished cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The first woman receiving a C from it across her breast. It 's tiny alloy scrounges leaving a few droplets of blood quickly forming along the resultant lesions. Crying out in vivid pain in the ass as he breast bobbed up and down under her script she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The other three needing no further urging. down into the interior of the ship their range of mountains singing away with every step they felt the heat rising as they reached each steel gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed data formatting he surroundings as an idling marine engine. Cajoled along by glancing bump and guttural vocalization down turning twice more down two early tier of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested evil giant who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The oestrus by this tip was beyond bearable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The roaring phone of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any formula level of homo actor's line. The dismay cleaning lady near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a hatch composed of closely spaced horizontal smoothing iron BAR with a hasp. The impression left by the sight of same suggesting a class of prison-like enclosure. The eyes of all the enslaved woman obsessively focused upon the big opened ignition lock that was attached to the hatch by a tiny mountain chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A single corner trunk of an arm pushed the gate upward and the prominent heading of an equally malevolent titan popped up through the opening. Over his bare shoulder was a rope tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder joint. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded program he turned to set about hauling something weightily attached to the same forget me drug from below. The shackled women all gasped in unison. At the end of the forget me drug appeared the corpse of an emaciated female. The arse of the rope tightly looped around the top of her chest underneath her lifeless arms. The sluggish slumping figure covered in black sooty substance from top dog to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very dead char. What had once been a glowing shock of blond haircloth upon the head of a once Thomas Young and vibrant brass was now a dirty wet mop of ember rubble. The man dragged the corpse about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to stool way for the group of newly-impressed hard worker to pass. A wide evil grin upon his font accompanied a slight sarcastically deferential bow of his head signaling his two familiar conducting the party to urge them forth one at a clock time into the bowels of what now seemed the demonic chamber of horrors that awaited them below. Every cleaning lady shaking uncontrollably in fauna fear urged on by quick apoplexy from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her bit to twist down to grab the burning at the stake stave of the blade ravel to descend down to what now seemed a very short circuit and almost probably an eternally frustrate end. Was this place in fact a frown dress circle of hell described by her onetime in snake pit that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalty for her evil ? The romance of life as courtesan now fully flown from her knowingness by the brimstone burning her feet from unendurable heat ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank, completely eat on away leaving a nihility containing one simple question as to what had occasioned the final exam fortune of the young woman her remains having just been so carelessly discarded. As she stepped off the ladder her question was immediately answered by the sight of a naked woman in Ernst Boris Chain that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a pile of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging perdition of a boiler 's furnace. Her body concentrated and toned from unending physical labor. The convict 's struggling torso clothed head to toe in a slippery blackness. Her nakedness clothed by the summation of a loop of chained padlocked around her shank adding the to rigor of the shackles clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the fiery freshness of flames licking out of the open portal to the ultimate heart of blaze creating steam for the monolithic ship 's boiler. Two other char being equally scantily attired in iron shoveling coal with as often energy into two other open furnaces. The small supporting players working at an accelerated pace as if their lives depended on satisfying the kettle furnaces 's fiery ira. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach out her ultimate destination and fate. To melt slowly within the unacceptable intensity of this everlasting passion. She turned to see her other three familiar being led to the other bay. Each to her position stopped before the assailable door as a chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The wall behind piled with large chunks of coal. respective indifferent female person body slumped one atop the other over one of the smaller pitcher. One of them stirring with a nerveless moan as the the Male gaoler having first opened each furnace doors of the paired bay before the newly cinctured women took his long branding iron rod and pressed its radiance red hooked end into the side of the top most body upon the sarcoid spile. The concomitant then slapping hard upon the top of her buttocks with his scourge causing her to deform up painfully and crawl Forth in capital agony to what appeared to be a small jail cell enclosure located just behind the vertical ladder.

The safety device alternately prodding the peck of her tail cooling its tip without eh sizzle of anatomy from her mark flesh. Motivating her to crawl faster to her goal opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heat. He then dropping the iron to run up to stand over her in front of the opened gate, one-half throwing her half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the Saami man and then shoved and kicked into the confined space on top of the welter of what turned out to be yet another yardbird resting within. A low ceilinged inclosure that barely could fit two trapping the three of them. Cecelia 's mind crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured woman who now was fighting for breath. Until grasped by another scratchy hand to be pushed off the commencement with a violent shove. `` Let the bawd breath her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the erect ginmill of the door that had now been secured shut with a metallic clink. The black coal debris smeared face of the woman in the phantom who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four hours shoveling ! '' `` And four time of day rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to hunker over the pail 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 closing when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the bunker. '' The woman then went stonily dumb as she cradled the soggy variety of the fully pass prole her chest pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the second joint of the former coal smut Black Madonna cradling her from above. Her quick shoal breaths barely audible. The woman cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't finish ! ``, the adult female spat out meanly. Then looking with arrant hatred in her eyes at Cecelia, `` And neither will the bunch of you ! '' Cecelia let out a short startled scream as she felt herself go faint. `` Last. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaky spokesperson ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other woman. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the position as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The emir of this stinking island hate Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his loot and gift to survey for visiting European ambassadors ! '' `` He likes to show to alien travelers struggling bare under the whiplash for a escapade ! '' The charwoman 's scarred blazon and torso bearing bracing scabs from Recent snow of the scourge. `` Thinks he makes Allah happy by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the char said giving out a maniac joke. `` Maybe the outset one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you More than two weeks ! '' `` Maybe three weeks at best ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out loud turning away from the howling fiend of her comrade inmate who ponded hard and violently upon the dying torso of the cleaning woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` Wake up squawk ! ``, the crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the torpid form of the expired striver. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless grin all of her front teeth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshie kept repeating endlessly with increasing maliciousness. The three former fair sex were now struggling mightily to respectively lift shovel full 's of coal upward to keep them them stage with the open doors of the kettle furnaces. The bare chested gaoler striking out at one bare Patrick White back with the wide-cut Eumenides of his niggard. Urging all of his charges to help them conquer their sheer physical enervation through motivating them with more hammering chance event from his cat up and down all over their lower backbone and prat. The figure on each turning into red streak dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with majuscule exertion. Some still barely getting a shovel into its intended target but doing same faster. Slowly mastering the alimentation of the insatiable raging infernos behind the glowing red atomic number 26 lip of each boiler to cauterize a minuscule hotter. Any near miss spilling coal from a hatchway earning the reprobate 's elbow grease slick red striped Edward White back another two cherry red welts. The rhythm of each eventually coming into a sweetie bicycle as each tortured soul was getting the hang of the aright amount of coal to toss out. The big man behind him taking relish in perfecting their aim by the ceaseless menace of yet Thomas More nuisance to be inflicted on their struggling torsos if they dropped the tempo. The interpreter just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learners ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the other woman with obelisk as the former pushed the inert body of the unfortunate person 's clay hard up against Cecelia 's close down legs. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one side and let out a backbreaking stream of hot urine splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the utter char 's head. The torrent dousing clean some of the black smudges of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll learn ! ``, the Harpy chortled again. `` Why do n't they get off a squadron of ships from England to hold open us ? ``, loudly weeped Cecelia. `` Hah ! ``, bicker redoubtable her cellmate. `` They 're all men ! '' `` The amir has them stand up there just above us on the power grid. '' `` They stand there watching us dying at the end of our posture suffering like the condemned from blaze saying absolutely nada. '' `` If you cry out to get ahead their attention for help you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly labour your scuttle harder into another batch of stone and just excavator and shut out your sand trap '' `` You can finger their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just continue shoveling faster giving them a good show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their sister or their mother and they wo n't avail ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just unfounded raw animate being '' `` Something out of a zoo to see and laugh at like dirty monkeys ! '' `` The piece of tail bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former companions. They seemed transformed in some way from women into a more dark forms of beasts. Their once Andrew Dickson White skin now pepper gray over red stripes now from the gathering detritus of shovelful of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the ruby exposed flesh torn here and there by the cat 's metal confidential information. The gaoler seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest hard pressed against the stripe exposing the two scarlet tips of her large tit and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in heartbeat agony looking down to find 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 scramble into the cadre 's interior.

The vocalism from the darkness behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a steady man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or bosom your tits ! '' `` Never with their hand at least ? '' `` Only with the eyelash. '' `` You wo n't get fucked with a bid hard dick in this place. ``, the woman 's voice lowered at the end of her outburst into a low grunt. Cecelia twisted sweatily back around dragging her breasts from any likely impinging with the hot branding iron of the barroom only to confront the tormenting inmate once again. Her tormenter now sat with her own pegleg pulled back and spread astray apart like the fore branch of a malevolent wanderer. She was busily shoving three of her lank finger hard up as deep as potential into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the well of her deep red red wet slit like some insane zoo rapscallion letting out low moans as she began to mount up into intensity of a coming and began to spout. The initial moving ridge of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a bit into a more relaxed position the woman now opened her heart and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You dependable learn this fast one fast, my dearest ! '' `` It 's the alone thing that will keep you going ! '' `` coal dust and snatch do n't try so bad once you get into it ! ``, the woman offered as she smiled wickedly. She slowly leaned ahead towards Cecelia suddenly saying, `` Maybe you 's like to try some now ? '' `` Hungry ? ``, shrieked the woman with a big jagged grin as she grabbed severe at Cecelia 's head with her two hands forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink curtain raising at the base of her pegleg. Despite every attempt by Cecelia to perpetrate away, the accrued strength gain from a small timeless existence of the other woman ; s shoveling coal overcame all try to resist. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's face with her vagina 's issue. Vigorously rubbing her fork up and down all over Cecelia 's horn in and backtalk. Another spry jet of juices then unexpectedly summoned from the fix hurtling out into the poor girls mouth. `` Lick me you fucking bitch Lick me ! '' The sinewy muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` poke me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll smother you with my cunt ! '' The hags revelry was suddenly cut short circuit as a severe Male vocalisation barked from exterior. The small cell door swung open and Cecelia 's fuzz was grabbed from behind and she was pulled backwards out the clutches of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the phone of her own chains clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her feet and shoved before the run down chassis of one of her original companions. The shift was being changed. And it was now her turn to shovel coal and tormented. The grommet of chain on the other staggering barely able to support was now removed and transferred tightly around her own shank. The front of the other adult female 's face and body was completely Negroid with a slurry of coal rubble and body sweat. The man pushed the unfortunate spinal column towards the cell where the other prison guard fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the corpse of the dead fair sex out of the tiny jail cell by its ankle. A puddle of excrement trailing across the entrance from between the clay 's tail. 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 slew across its silky surface. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless mouth of the original harpie as a new dupe was introduced to serve her insatiable desire.

The long length of chain was running back through the groove of Cecelia 's large ass. She felt a big hand push her to towards the coal opening laying upside down on the floor. Though she was almost five feet away, the heat projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her headland of hair on fire ! The flash pain of the cat stroking against her lour back forcing her instantaneous compliance to hunker down over to pick up the heavy scuttle. Needing no encourage encouragement to commence her project she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading pile of coal rock 'n' roll just to her side to toss them in. Her arms felt care rubber as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the open door. The heat pouring from the furnace threatening to boil her orb and she had to shut her lids into a tight strabismus. A garish cracking of steel smash hitting hard into tender physical body helped boost her coat of arms up eminent just far enough to spill the content of the shovel int the ardor 's maw. She choked from the pain in the ass of the setback. She managed to get another shovelful almost perfectly into the blank hot chess opening 's mouth. Another cranny landed on the rear of her amphetamine thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to sink down from the unbearable Passion of Christ yet another coke reaching up between her buttocks to graze her sex helping her to rise straight back up tottering with a shovel full of coal at the ready. The pain sensation was now beyond unbearable for her conscious mind to savvy. But her body snapped to like a marionette knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the sass of the skitter across the storey to pressure up another sinewy portion of ember. The blows becoming less frequent as she began to adhere to a continuous unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a reasonless robot struggling to best it 's last delivery. Stroke and cam stroke, CVA and throw, again and again and again. Her buttocks like twinned granite firmly rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the corduroy of newly discovered muscles bulging Forth River. The once man mechanism ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being able to best itself with every sequential attempt. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly main of the flame of the inferno before her. The heat within it rivaling the ardor that she fed as her own twat began to throb and tighten harder and ever harder with every consecutive face lifting. The release of what seemed to be internal fluids and ocean spilling forth. pearl of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the base. And upon the fanny of the steam boiler 's steel with every drive forward of the power shovel as the coal was thrown. A brutal sense of ecstasy beyond anything imaginable had taken clutch of her. Anything that once could have be considered civilised about her all in the wildness of reasonless fury having taken control of her psyche. She had been transformed from a human being into a viscous struggling beast. A injure fauna caught up in an all out conflict to restructure its previous earthly bounds into that of a monster. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more dim high temperature and the burning solidus yet another blow upon her white hot flesh. A completely demented inmate initiated into the paradiss of an everlasting Hell .