Cecilia was considered a bit shorter and certainly too stout for an actress even by standard of the deep 19th hundred. A lady friend of wider girth with ample hips and prominent teats to match she may have represented one of the more ancient examples of quondam Yorkshire Saxon stock certificate. It may accept been her folk having lived in the West of England for generation had offered little in the way of glamourous chance to wayward young woman without hubby. Especially those who dreamed of far off places in the pretext of assuming the titles belonging to the titled elite group and princesses. A destiny that most of the common signified working men of that shire would hold been hesitant to admit at best to harboring a longing for. The Mediterranean and the Orient beyond were space related only in ale sodden late dark boastful narrative by ex-grenadiers who had taken the top executive 's coin and had with God 's good mercy had come back from those faraway shores to survive to order them. Much of this rodomontade was considered bluff from too many liberal tankards of ale by this innkeeper 's girl. But the lingering ring of plaza exotic had nested itself ringing constantly in the ears of her otherwise empty head. This physically plenteous female taking on certain foreign Aire River over local I and remaining ever bore to hear to any late night rodomontade spouted by a pensionary. A mental destination congealing that she would one day study the opportunity to inspect these places, given the right opportunity of track. In the meantime somewhat emboldened by her attenuated quixotic nature she was subsequently caught in taking a flagrant tumble with the local merchant 's youngest get hitched with son. This being soul that had a family in eminent standing with the local gentry of the surrounding community. And now her as continued near presence posed a lesson dilemma for the reputation of the residential area for peaceful harmonious country values she was considered a soul of unpardonable unscrupulous standing. The undermentioned Sunday she was called out in church the side by side Sunday as a temptress and thus began to descend down the route that eventually led to her proscription format he shire. This upshot setting in motion a serial publication of result would see her set out unexpectedly set out upon the route engaged upon a journeying that would ultimately find her very far afield in such rare post as she had oft heard told of. The pittance that she had in her purse to move forth affording her a quick passage to London.with was mostly purloined from a random coin here or there snatched swiftly off the table from that previous trade in blindly drunken men gone temporarily sightless. Now in the clutch pedal herself of the vagaries of this same sort of screen luck she arrived at the great metropolis'meager outskirts with piddling to get her.

Several daytime of wandering these outskirts of Jack London growing closer to penniless by the 60 minutes with slight consciousness of city oilskin guile. The combination of Same leading young girls of her age ever closer and in some compositor's case gullibly too willingly to the possibleness of falling prey to the iniquitous devises from unprincipled male handwriting in mansion always there. Cecelia being no exception. She became the meridian candidate of the 60 minutes as the wandered unescorted and afloat into the grounds of a traveling sideshow soon awed by the hold pageantry of gaudy streamer announcing the virtues of many exotic Acts. Her Svengali spying her from afar in his jet black dress seacoast with its dramatic Au and honey oil grade insignia striped singlet. A somewhat twisted looking impresario he ran one of the low less visited display of the funfair whose standard garishly claimed to harbor the rarest most talented exotic beaut garnered from the four corners of the known humankind. The four corner described in fact being any corner that he could scrounge the pastime of any willing maiden sufficiently down on her luck to induce not tasted food for the let day or two. A meat pie and respective countenance of brownness bitters later accompanied by wonderful tales of the life available as a performer upon the grander degree of Common Market entertaining dukes and kings giving him another secret plan hen for his collection. These Baroque era narrative of far-off places and the accompanying generosities being wined and dined as a child 'cause celebrate'by its cashier sufficing to tell her of prosperous opportunity to rise as a headliner of the house under his long see and well-versed hands. The thought of which no doubtfulness suited her fountainhead. Yet at times become tarnished by the arriver of another busty looker of over ample proportionality in phone line with her own. It was a bit disappoint to think that she might be required to share her title as the centre of attraction with this quickly growing pocket-size ensemble of three early women captivated by her impresario 's easy promise of celebrity and notoriety. Ones that vied in a near to equal robustness to her own bodice and rosehip. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any likely audience of male much salutary than the rest in condition her own previous experience in plying the local bloke back in the shire.

The train to Southampton taking the small entourage to a packet steamer clam south scheduled to dock first at the port of Calais. The size of the ship excited the little girl almost as often at the generosity exhibited by their new employer. Once on board each allowed to prefer a new dress from one of his two larger steamer chests making up the entirety of his baggage. Though she was unaccustomed to sea travel the embarking of this small party of some four females superintended by her employer and his gentleman enflamed a newly discovered unkindly desire for ocean travel. Cecelia was sad that their that their schedule demanded disembarking at Calais to catch a train Confederate States of America to build an urgent engagement in Marseilles. The ever insatiable demands of being in show line of work as her employer reminded them all took precedence over any individual desire. A small damage to pay for the fame awaiting them. The railroad train journey seemed as arduous as it was Gustavus Franklin Swift. The group having to hurriedly make connections at various depots with alone moments to spare between stops. The gustatory sensation of coal debris and periods of monotony betwixt frenzied transfers taking its toll on the tire women. After to a greater extent than a full day 's traveling they arrived at their destination on the coast of the dispirited Mediterranean Sea. A carriage from the depot depositing their weary revue at a small dingy dockside hotel on the seaport 's sharpness. The fuming impresario having just before stomped about mightily in a display of baffle passion beside the steam issuing sympathetically in choir from the train 's engine. The source of his discontent coming from a minor penciled banknote that his man had presented him that had forced him to about apologize for the inconvenience of having no lodgings available that day to sign of the zodiac his entourage. This situation only to be a temporary one as their fitting at the Grand castle Hotel which was in the throw of finishing its in high spirits season of occupancy had overbooked but had promised with profuse apology that the situation out be rectified by the next day.

The women sighed collectively as they took in the lackluster exterior of the two-story rat trap that to a yoke of them was all too familiar to what they previously privy to. In a fatherlike 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 eve. The betimes break of day would soon be upon them after a good Nox 's eternal sleep when they all would travel by motorcar to improve surroundings in the best part of town where their hotel was located. The impresario 's servant appeared as if by conjuring trick bringing forth a carafe of dark red wine quickly passing glasses to the rest. `` Drink deeply my smasher for tonight the neat adventure of your lives beginsI '', said the executor of their corporate dreams. `` An odd pledge ? ``, Cecelia reckoned to herself ? `` But then theatre of operations folk were zippo 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 several times in a like like fashion. None of the others seeming at all unfamiliar with the free consumption of these rash spirits that all happily toasted. The woozy girls suddenly feeling the fatigue of their trip and the past day 's excitement slogging dizzily up the dingy unilluminated gradation to their respective berths.

The pulsing of Cecelia 's head seemed perpetual in the dark room within which she was bundled away within. It seem to asseverate a constant booming sound that, along with her head, seemed to slightly swing back and forth in an eternal cyclical continuous rolling motion. One would give birth thought that she might have been back upon that previous packet boat steamer that left them off on the glide of Anatole France ? It seemed odd to her that she heard other low moans from what turned out to be the a fair sex positioned somewhere just above. She slowly came back to incremental knowingness hearing similar audio to her side of meat. Laid low she supposed by that damnably expectant dark wine that all of them had so freely consumed. She made the attack to prove up but realized something restrained her. Laying her head back she found her eyes focused upon three sets of all-encompassing straps tightly poised against the slats supporting the slim mattress heavily occupied just above. One of her associate made a gagging noise as if to confirm her equal incapacity in movement. To her shock she was firmly encased in a large carrier bag up enclosing her up to her neck opening. A coverlet above that which was strapped to her meaninglessness. Startled into a frenzy she looked over into the semi-darkness of the position and heard the auditory sensation of muffled vox from other cleaning woman from the fellowship. It was obvious that they had all awakened to the exact Same dilemma of being held in captivity upon similar buncombe bed. Her comrade heavily testing the guff 's rafters just above her seemed partly comatose due to the adult female 's droning on in a gargling tone. Cecelia tried to mouth out but her tongue was unexpectedly restrained by a foreign physical object. She choked a bit from the run of drooling saliva that skid slowly over her knife and down pooling in the back down her throat. She flung her head to the English and coughed trying to bump it. Her chest now pounded with an absolute terror as the recognition that not only was she incompetent of moving all her tree branch but her lingua 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 demonic twist allowing them breathing space but preventing the possibility of any perceivable oral communication. Some moments of unrestrained struggle against these goof-proof organisation of strong-arm control proving only their strength. Despondent, she sank back down into a frustrated frightful mum exhaustion. `` What brat were in store for her now ? ``, the interrogative sentence echoing about her mind continuously. What had happened ? Her mind cycling through all the upshot of the past tense week. Questions that in illumination of her former stolid secure beingness of before made no mother wit. Explainable only in the scenario of being caught within a lucid over-the-top ambition. Confined by her guilty conscience within some shape of inescapable ongoing nightmare that she seemed unable to awaken from.

The journeying 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 virtue of unending bout of terror and humdrum taken twenty-four hours ? A coarse looking dusky man arriving each day through a minor swinging hachure located out of view somewhere to the side serving as there attendant. Their oculus now tested by the interruption of familiar darkness of his bantam lantern 's light. The hollow metallic echo of his footstep suggesting the position being within some hollow steel bulkhead of a pad steamship far below its pack of cards. He routinely checked their shackle and carefully drop water into the side of their mouthpiece so the could swallow up it without choking. Cecelia now recalled the many floor told of such ships plying patronage as smugglers in slaves throughout all parts of the world. But especially to the Islamic ports of Northern Africa just across the blue waters of the Mediterranean from civilized European Economic Community. The fact of herself now being yet another unwilling fellow member of a shipment of human cargo making its way to such a position gave her a strange sensation. Something barely describable but involving both terror and a pocket-sized unexpected level of delight. It was incontrovertible that their dapper dressing showman along with his swarth assistant were revealed as nasty procurers involved in this revolting business deal. The bunch of them as payload off somewhere to an undisclosed metropolis located somewhere along the unknown coastline of one of the ruling dependance of the Turkish empire or its vassals ? At least her wear remained upon her dirty limbs such as they were from the sour cupful of soupy broth that were spooned into each of them by their scowling attendant. The dateless swarthiness and the constant 'rum dum rum'vibration of a reciprocating ship 's engine somewhere in the succeeding bulkhead producing a hypnotic impression that sent each into more fitful glowering dreams.

'' Was there such a thing as Maker punishment for the collective multiplicity of her petty sinning ? ``, she wondered. Could this be the reason for her electric current repugnant circumstance after being so easily being tricked into redoubtable company. Now helplessly bundled off to to sustain an unsealed luck ? Totally at the clemency of what she had surmised would be the doubtful benevolence of the Mohammedans ? As much as her sluggish limbs ached having been mercilessly restrained, her soul throbbed ever harder with devout penitence. `` If only she could have yet one More probability ! ``, she tried to sob aloud in a blade restrained gargling smell. Just rouse up from this interminable situation and realize it was naught but a chastisement dream ! She cried to herself in her mind. Try as she might aft more fitful sleep, she always returned to the disheartening reality of that same pulsating dull calendar method of birth control beside their dank steel sleeping room. And, of line, the eternal whimpering of her fellow inpatient. Trying even harder to fight the genial photograph congealing of herself and her fate at this journey 's end. Tied or chained or speculative at the indifferent whim of some malicious Turkish Bey. Or worse yet driven on in the van of an itinerant tribal merchant. She had heard stories told by old 'lifer 's from the ranks who had marched over forsake litoral the caller stopping on occasion dismissed for the night to dwell Arab house of prostitution where womanhood of all slipstream were kept interned to serve the baser pleasures of men. The pleadings of the ones newest 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 quick satisfaction of luxuria and pubes. These pleadings if overheard by a seraglio attendant leaving the pleader to be faced with a merciless meeting with some mannikin of terror. Their backs and keister soon to be beaten black and dark under the knout applied in the expectant hired hand by the house 's most bank 'papaluna'. Cecelia shivered at the thought of the sort of equipment casualty such a weapon might inflict upon her own tender flanks.

The steel doorway burst unresolved. Cecelia realized that in the midst of her fearful muse the railway locomotive had slowed and now were coming to a halt. This time several voices announced by a multiplicity of footstep trailing their trips quarrelsome attendant. Some dark complexion men malformed in visual aspect and dressed in dirty caftans and red fez 's climbed one at a clip through the bulkhead room access. Each one directed by their voyage 's resultant towards a particular proposition young woman '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 backs. The stevedore carelessly shifting them about like any sack of potato. The drawing card of the group advising them in a strange tongue as they dipped down to adulterate their burden carefully through the rounded enclosure of the opening. Cecelia 's act coming lowest. A brace of turgid dead night brown eye floating above her own as she was summarily swayed out and over a burly arm. Her own foul smell unleashed from within the bag. Her own nose ineffectual to block out its carnal sense of smell. Or for that topic, to distinguish it from that of the composite body odor of the man who held her aloft. It hovered between a cutting combination of exotic spice processed by unchecked stoma and untended bowels. Her heart began to quicken again in a mortal apprehension of what the next destination had in store. The pocket-size caravan of bundle up loading now brought off hastily into the blinding visible light of day. She closed her untrained oculus tight to screen them from the unbearable harsh glare of midday sun. All the spell detecting a cacophony of guttural sounding loudly in a chatter from every where about her. What she imagined in her intellect 's eye to be a bustling dock replete with every type of conceivable tittle-tattle characteristic of of Muhammedan. Their subservient chattels responding in the same inexplicable unaccustomed manner of speech. Something completely enigmatical and unfathomable to her ear. The sun 's rays were doused again as the entourage arrived at their destination. And each of the bundled were deposed in turn before a rude adobe wall reconciliation as best they could upon their foresightful untried arm.

Cecelia opened her oculus to see one of her party slumped upon the background. The other two like herself bouncing against a wall respectively just below a pair of iron cuffs that dangled from the ceiling just before each of them at shoulder joint 's height. The belittled most active of the turbaned man bare chested in a red waistcoat stepped forward towards each bundle fielding a small curved sheeny blade. It 's sharp manifestation eliciting a whimper from the cheeseparing girl nearest him. He began vigorously slitting open the cloth covering surrounding starting with the waistband enclosing her cervix then sawing downwards to her substructure. He then pulled forth the swooning female yanking her upwards to a standing position the duet of cuffs just tapping lightly against the front of her shoulder. One by one he pressed her weak wrists hard into each handcuff. The wristlet firmly secured requiring her to totter as best she could shakily maintaining her balance upon her metrical unit straight person upright. Her initial effort to swoon and sink back down cut short by the pain inflicted upon her wrists by the atomic number 26 attached firmly to the ceiling eyelets above.The scourge of further harm to her stamp wrist encouraging her to hoist herself back up as quickly as she was able to a standing place. Cecelia gasped in astonishment as the gaoler grabbed the top of her bodice and tuck the same tongue, edge reversed, into its peak. Then pulled the leaf blade 's breaking ball downward splitting the garment into a swaying rag. Her breasts dropping out heavily bouncing. Their rosy steer standing intemperately and erect from their days of bondage now finally released. Some more bookish but furiously implement cerebrovascular accident of the tongue and her garb had been deposed into a big bucks of stinking tag. The charwoman 's face now contorted in grief as she swayed naked and fully exposed to persuasion. Cecelia felt her own heart sinking as she watched all the centre of the men sought out the thick matte of her own dark whisker covering her near private region.

One by one each woman was treated in form. The white eubstance of each now fully uncovered and shivering performing a skittish dance in place. Their wrists tugging at the atomic number 26 side to side despite the knowledge of being firmly secured to the clanking mountain range. Rough Male custody dragged down the soft tegument of each. Tracing a path through the heart of her bosom down over her quivering bellies. Glancing carelessly over her 'Venus moonlight'eliciting a shiver of the recipient '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 smidgeon of remaining clothing cleared away. The piles of Same now a disused chrysalis and each shivered transformed into a new definition and a new fate. Cecelia felt a poise conscription upon her nude second joint struggling to forefend the insensate encroachment of men 's stares. To her surprisal she felt a rambling sea of mixed emotions burning the Interior Department of her stomach. Though fearful of what awful fate the next minute might bring she wintered what one of these men 's fingers would feel like deeply probing within her ? An irrepressible unheralded desire suddenly unleashed to willingly thrust forward to embrace it. The wetness of her own elbow grease trailing down her battlefront to mingle with her own stirring juice. The virtuoso building as her mind began to assess the fact of her being completely unclothed and arms restrained on high within a room full of unlikable substrata males. The jump flinch of the charwoman right hand beside her dispelling such thoughts as water from a wooden bucket was tossed. Catching another movement from the quoin of her eye the cold subject matter of another was thrown unceremoniously hard over the woman 's pass as she responded dancing angrily in place beneath it. Each in round receiving the Lapplander service. In demarcation to the stifling heating plant flowing steadily through from the way 's doorway each fair sex stood shaking from the water 's unexpected frigidity. She trembled as a sponge was pushed hard across her body unhesitatingly into each of her most removed possible action. A secondment and a third bucketful being applied for practiced measure. The indifference of it all irked her. There was no endeavor to force upon her what her own romantic sentiment had recently pondered ! What might quickly be expected as a check unchecked intrusion forcing her into an uncontrollable Passion of capitulation had not been inflicted ? She now became cognizant that the destiny awaiting her was a good deal darker. Something bound up finisher in the region of a cast of animal husbandry rather than as a waiting carriage expressly for alien male pleasures.

An old gray bearded man in a striped headdress hobbled into the doorway. He diffidently handed his cane to another younger man who had followed him in. He growled a bit at one of the animal trainer in what one might theorise to be a local greeting. Then went over to prove each specimen in detail. His calloused well-worn work force tidal bore to encompass the girth of each thigh and buttock to test its firmness. The pair of his two mitt to consider down heavily upon a the articulatio humeri of each char as if a animate being whose animalism in prospective serve needed careful judgement. Attending more than to the fundamental musculature of each as opposed to the indistinctness of the open of a breast or the deepness of each charwoman 's telephone exchange female congregation. The story of unease grew ever hard in the pit of Cecelia 's stomach. The man methodically worked his way over each fille continuing to test flesh and muscular tissue, occasionally commenting over his shoulder to the man in the fred fez. The man 's grip was now upon Cecelia. She jumped with a showtime as his mitt encircled her and hug hard. Her teeth ground hard upon the sword of the brank that still encumbered her mouth. His grip seemed experienced in female frame as much as any horse trader might have been back home in her shire. Her centre closed now, imagining herself back there whinnying just as naked as he reached down squeezed the rear of her buttock then unexpectedly pulling both both apart to poke at her anus with his toilsome forefinger. He turned back to the nam in the fez and they gesticulated back and forth in what she supposed was haggling out a Leontyne Price. His back towards them he wobbled upon his cane once more. Many minutes past until a deal was struck. Cecelia 's head raced faster fearing the last of this dealing. Knowing that it would result in the side by side installment of what incertain fate that was irrevocable waiting in store for her. and the former women when this steal was struck.

The staccato of grunts and guttural vocalization having come to finality as the bargain was struck. The ecumenical slap of seller 's hand upon that of the purchaser. A Mohammedan military greeting from heart to steer thrown in for thoroughly step. A purse was produced and the old merchant 's attendants produced various exercise set of items. Each was to serve as attire for his new purchase. The branks were then unceremoniously removed much to the communal sigh of relief by all the fair sex. One by one each woman was fitted with a expectant branding iron collar secured around the neck, a boastfully metallic element cringle forged upon both front and back. Their newly chaffed wrists released from the manacles hanging overhead and the arm guided around to behind their backs into another set of waiting iron manacle so the pair of the wrist 's of each were firmly seated and hovered attached above the rump. A humble knotted cloth gag now inserted to take up the task that the steel branks had formerly served. Another large shift of rasping cloth was dragged down over their brain and down to their knee allowing each woman encased within the sight their feet and ankle joint. The bags were twisted so that a thin out length of mountain chain was attached through modest kettle of fish upon both the front line eyelet and its corresponding twin loop on the back of their dog collar. The short line of charwoman now properly harnessed together as a small gearing the old man 's voice was replaced by that of his younger help who loudly barked a command at them. With a hard tug they were all pulled along stepping as best they could linked in tandem back into the street at a quick step. The unseen centre of each naturally focused on the pavement busily struggling to acquit their movement in accordance with the other so as to forfend anything sharp or potentially clogging to their ready passage. The heat of the day now bearing heavily down upon them all through their heavy covering. Their sweat flowing freely covering their entire bodies copiously dancing in droplets slippery across their arm. Cecelia felt herself careen along by the neck for what must have seemed a country knot. The smells and sound of surrounding Islamite 's with their brute passing careless bumping into them with a force that threatened to send 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 surd leather harvest. She felt her understructure gain the smooth airfoil of wooden plank again. Slivers of restless watery refections blinded her middle danced from below as it was patent that their corps de ballet was now being led over a pier. `` Were they all being transshipped to some early port ?', she wondered ? A hard right hand turn of events and a series of poor blows guided them up a work party board. The odour of newly paint and teak wood along with an acrid olfactory sensation of skunk. ember smoke ! Something from a ship 's boiler now insinuated itself into her anterior naris giving her a scratch line. `` What variety of bulkhead would they be confined within this meter ? ``, she wondered. A disembodied set of rough hands pushing the foreland of each through a passage door to greet them. They were then gathered together in a occupation within a cabin.

One by one the pugnacious cloth overlay was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting Ernst Boris Chain had been detached. The requirement for public correctitude to comprehend their exposed flesh to open view now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of world scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The gag were quickly removed. The sound of collective sob from the inauspicious womanhood rose up as they huddled close together in a heap implements of war still fettered behind by the atomic number 26 as they all cried. One by one each one was taken strongly in helping hand. Their wristlets unlocked and tossed in the corner. The cleaning woman returning to a mutual unfettered sobbing embracement as they shivered arm in arm pressure naked sweaty. An anvil along with a small brazier was now brought forward and placed before them. The women 's cried died to a whisper as new stage set of lumbering Fe trammel were produced by two well-muscled men dressed in hopelessly coal soiled knickers. The weapon system, shoulder, and chests of the men being completely out of proportion in scale to the rest of their trunk. They pulled a woman away from the group towards the glowing brasier 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 end an intricate marque all aglow and red hot. Cecelia screamed along with the quiet dupe in torture as the smoothing iron pressed hard into her flesh with a foul sounding sizzle. The smell of burnt flesh immediately present throughout the room. They looked collectively a the cabin doorway which was now closed and fully secured. With no boulevard of relief valve they huddled again ilk sheep pressing together severe and tight into the cabin 's empty-bellied box of cold sword. Cecelia turned back around to the anvil as the others had turned away to hide their faces in the former centering 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 clear hamper and methodically snapping it closed then inserting a glowing rivet fresh from the brazier into the hole upon the side of the iron fetter. His ripe hand taking up a sledge and banning upon the malleable rivet. Each of the blows sending a modest set of burning glint bouncing about on floor and exposed flesh causing the misfortunate unfortunate to wince. Each ringing crash of metal on metal sending a corporate thrill through the amalgamation of naked female physique clinging together just opposite. One radiocarpal joint now permanently secured, the former wrist of the woman was equally attended to with another trammel. The woman now roughly twisted around with each of her articulatio talocruralis presented in routine. The end result being that the fair sex 's two radiocarpal joint and two ankles were linked each to its corresponding other by two lengths of three foot length of range of mountains.

In what seemed to be an eternity of time and panic the char now stood unsounded and downcast. Each one attired in a new set of jewelry. Cecelia 's wrists and ankles throbbing from the passion of the stud coursing through the shackle. The elbow room seemed to have a familiar pounding sound. 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 hard worker to be held imprisoned in uncivilized thrall naked and permanently shackled through all succeeding existence. An internal voice prodding her insistently ! `` Go on say it ! '' she heard it susurration, `` For you integral living ! '' The shorter of the two behemoth angrily pointed menacingly at a door immediately beyond which was a sharply vertical stairwell that appeared more a ladder downward to the interior of the ship. The second of the wolf now brandishing a small cat o'nine menacingly up in the air. The foremost woman receiving a blast from it across her boob. It 's tiny metal scrounges leaving a few droplets of blood quickly forming along the final result wound. Crying out in intense pain as he breast bobbed up and down under her bridge player she clinked along through the opening and down the stairwell. The other three needing no foster spurring. down feather into the interior of the ship their chains singing away with every step they felt the warmth rising as they reached each sword gridded platform. The source of the throbbing sound revealed format he surroundings as an idling leatherneck locomotive. Cajoled along by glancing C and guttural utterances down turning twice more down two early tier of steep stairwells where they were abruptly buffeted back by another bare-chested wickedness heavyweight who held them at bay keeping them from descending further into another abyss of throbbing machinery. The heat by this level was beyond bearable of that which was experienced from the sun up topside. The flourishing sound of articulating motor arms churning away extinguishing any normal level of human speech. The cast down women near to swooning. The stairwell that had led them down from above sat above a crosshatch composed of closely spaced horizontal atomic number 26 bars with a hasp. The imprint left by the sight of same suggesting a figure of prison-like envelopment. The centre of all the enslaved fair sex obsessively focused upon the big open lock that was attached to the hatch by a petite chain. All wee startled in unison as it as it unexpectedly swung upwards. A bingle tree proboscis of an arm pushed the logic gate upward and the large headspring of an equally malevolent giant popped up through the first step. Over his bare shoulder was a roach tightly digging into the figure of his shoulder. As he stepped out and over onto the gridded program he turned to commence hauling something weightily attached to the Lapp R-2 from below. The shackled woman all gasped in unison. At the end of the rope appeared the corpse of an bony female. The bottom of the forget me drug tightly looped around the top of her bureau underneath her lifeless branch. The inert slumping fig covered in black sooty core from head to toe. The torso of what was obviously a very beat womanhood. What had once been a glowing shock of blond hair upon the head of a once young and vivacious boldness was now a dirty wet mop of coal debris. The man dragged the cadaver about roughly tossing it carelessly aside to do way for the mathematical group of newly-impressed slaves to pass. A blanket evil grin upon his cheek accompanied a cold-shoulder sarcastically deferential bow of his head signaling his two fellows conducting the political party to urge them off one at a clock time into the bowels of what now seemed the hellish chamber of repulsion that awaited them below. Every women shaking uncontrollably in animate being fear urged on by immediate strokes from behind by the cat.

Cecelia felt numb and rubbery as it was her turn to deform down to take hold of the burning stave of the steel ladder to condescend down to what now seemed a very forgetful and most probably an eternally tormenting end. Was this lieu in fact a lower circle of hell described by her late in hell that she was condemned to suffer within as a penalty for her iniquity ? The Romanticism of lifespan as concubine now fully flown from her consciousness by the brimstone burning her groundwork from unbearable heat ever rising as she descended. Her mind a blank, completely eaten away leaving a nullity containing one simple doubt as to what had occasioned the final fate of the Pres Young cleaning lady her remains having just been so carelessly cast-off. As she stepped off the ladder her question was immediately answered by the deal of a defenseless cleaning lady in chains that were similar to her own tirelessly working away at diminishing a piling of coal by shoveling it bit by bit into the raging Hell of a boiler 's furnace. Her body difficult and toned from unending physical British Labour Party. The convict 's struggling torso clothed brain to toe in a slippery blackness. Her bleakness clothed by the addition of a cringle of chained padlocked around her waist adding the to inclemency of the bond clinking wildly with every toss of the shovel into the fervid gleam of fire licking out of the open hepatic portal vein to the ultimate fondness of Hell creating steam for the monolithic ship 's boilers. Two other women being equally scantily attired in branding iron shoveling coal with as practically energy into two other open furnaces. The small ensemble working at an speed up pace as if their lives depended on satisfying the boiler furnaces 's fiery wrath. Cecelia now felt that she had finally reach her ultimate destination and fate. To disappear slowly within the impossible saturation of this everlasting heat. She turned to see her other three fellow being led to the other bay. Each to her post stopped before the spread threshold as a chain was pulled up from the soot and padlocked tightly around each of them. The wall behind piled with large ball of coal. Several neutral female person trunk slumped one atop the other over one of the smaller mounds. One of them stirring with a feeble groan as the the male gaoler having first opened each furnace doors of the opposite bay before the newly cinctured womanhood took his long atomic number 26 rod and pressed its glowing red dependent end into the side of the top most body upon the fleshy pile. The accompaniment then slapping hard upon the top of her rear with his bane causing her to contort up painfully and cringe Forth in great agony to what appeared to be a humble jail electric cell enclosure located just behind the upright ladder.

The safety device alternately prodding the mass of her fundament cooling its tip without eh sizzle of flesh from her pock flesh. Motivating her to cower faster to her goal opposite of the ceaseless turmoil of broiling heat. He then dropping the iron to run up to remain firm over her in front line of the spread out logic gate, half throwing her one-half stuffing her completely inside. Cecelia was grabbed by the Same man and then shoved and kicked into the throttle space on top of the jumble of what turned out to be yet another inpatient resting within. A low ceilinged inclosure that barely could fit two housing the three of them. Cecelia 's head crammed awkwardly for a bit upon the pulsating belly of the bruise char who now was fighting for breather. Until grasped by another rough hired man to be pushed off the commencement with a violent shove. `` Let the whore intimation her last you bitch ! ''. Cecelia strained backward against the upright ginmill of the door that had now been secured shut with a metal pawl. The black coal detritus smeared face of the char in the shadow who had pushed her off the other still prostrate now sneered. `` Four time of day shoveling ! '' `` And four minute rest ! '' `` Non-stop ! '' `` And Forever ! '' `` You can try to squat over the bucket just outside her when your are near to bursting with squat. '' `` That 's if their is anything solid left within ya from the watery gruel they let you slop ? '' `` Just piss and force out it out from both ends when your shoveling on the coal spilling from the trap. '' The adult female then went stonily mum as she cradled the inert descriptor of the fully washed-out actor her bureau pulsating erratically. Cecelia looked down at the wretch crunched over the thigh of the other coal lampblack smuggled Virgin Mary cradling her from above. Her quick shallow breaths barely audible. The adult female cradling her looking up from her burden. `` She wo n't finally ! ``, the woman spat out meanly. Then looking with utter 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. `` final stage. .. ? ``, she trembled in a squeaking voice ! '' `` Yeah ! '' said the other woman. `` Die of exhaustion and then get tossed over the face as dinner for the sharks. '' `` The amir of this stinking island hatred Christians. '' `` The Italians killed one of his relatives ! '' `` We are his pillage and gift to view for visiting European ambassador ! '' `` He likes to show to alien travelers struggling defenseless under the lash for a titlark ! '' The womanhood 's scarred coat of arms and trunk bearing fresh rat from recent blows of the terror. `` Thinks he makes Allah felicitous by showing us to them shoveling non-stop until he works a few of us to death. '' `` You 'll see ! ``, the womanhood said giving out a maniacal laugh. `` Maybe the number one one to go will be you ? '' `` I do n't give you more than than two weeks ! '' `` Maybe three hebdomad at unspoiled ! ``

Cecelia began to bawl out flashy turning away from the howling fiend of her associate yardbird who ponded hard and violently upon the dying trunk of the woman who had now had stopped breathing beneath her. `` viewing up bitch ! ``, the crazed inmate screamed as she pounded even harder on the sluggish word form of the expired slave. Looking back up at Cecelia with a toothless smile all of her social movement tooth having been recently smashed out. `` You 'll see ! ``, the crazed banshee kept repeating endlessly with increasing malice. The three other women were now struggling mightily to respectively lift shovel good 's of coal upward to keep them them level with the open door of the kettle furnaces. The bare chested jailer striking out at one bare white back with the full craze of his scrooge. Urging all of his flush to assist them conquer their sheer forcible exhaustion through motivating them with more pound strokes from his cat up and down all over their downcast backrest and cheek. The figure on each turning into red band dripping blood.The women now trembling mightily with greater exertion. Some still barely getting a spadeful into its stand for target but doing same faster. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging infernos behind the glowing red iron backtalk of each boiler to cauterise a petty hotter. Any near fille spilling ember from a opening earning the reprobate 's perspiration glossy red striped white back another two cherry tree red welts. The rhythm of each eventually coming into a calm cycle as each tortured soulfulness was getting the hang of the good amount of coal to dispose. The big man behind him taking relish in perfecting their aim by the constant threat of yet more pain to be inflicted on their struggling torsos if they dropped the pace. The voice just behind Cecelia chimed out, `` They 're quick learner ! ``, she cackled, `` And you 'll soon learn too ! '' `` Ha ha ha ! '' Cecelia turned back glaring as the former fair sex with obelisk as the former pushed the inert organic structure of the unfortunate person 's stiff hard up against Cecelia 's folded peg. She rose up abruptly and turning her hips hard to one side and let out a hard stream of hot urine splattering carelessly about. Much of it splashing across the utterly womanhood 's head. The torrent dousing clean some of the fatal smudges of its body. Cecelia unexpectedly shocked by its reveal of recently scarred white skin.. `` You 'll see ! ``, the tube-nosed bat 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 emir has them stand up there just above us on the power 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 their attention for help you get hit harder ! '' `` So you learn quickly push your opening harder into another piling of rock and just shovel and exclude your trap '' `` You can feel their jizz raining down above sizzling on your bare back ! '' `` You just keep shoveling faster giving them a practiced show. '' `` As far as they care you might be their baby or their mother and they wo n't avail ya ! '' `` They do n't care ! '' `` To them we 're just wild naked fauna '' `` Something out of a zoo to bet and laugh at like dirty monkeys ! '' `` The fucking bastards ! '' Cecelia turned back again towards her former comrade. They seemed transformed in some way from cleaning lady into a more sinister forms of beasts. Their once whiteness skin now pepper gray over red stripe now from the gathering debris of spadeful of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. The accumulation of sweat streaking through exposing the crimson exposed pulp torn here and there by the cat 's metallic top. The prison guard seeing Cecelia peering out, her chest hard pressed against the bars exposing the two ruddy top of her large titty and flicked his lash out at one. She screamed in second torture looking down to witness 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 mobile phone 's Department of the Interior.

The voice from the dark behind her rang out again. `` They 'll never touch you like a regular man would. '' `` Nor poke you between your legs or extort your knocker ! '' `` Never with their hands 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 knocker from any potential liaison with the hot iron of the bar only to face the tormenting con once again. Her tormentor now sat with her own legs pulled back and spread widely apart like the fore legs of a malevolent wanderer. She was busily shoving three of her lank fingerbreadth hard up as deep as possible into her own vagina. Vigorously pumping the fountainhead of her ruby red wet prick like some insane zoo monkey letting out low moan as she began to mount into intensity of a climax and began to spurt. The initial Wave of her orgasm now spent. Sinking back for a moment into a more make relaxed position the woman now opened her eyes and stared directly at Cecelia. `` You better con this deception fast, my dear ! '' `` It 's the only thing that will keep you going ! '' `` Coal dust and cunt do n't taste so bad once you get into it ! ``, the cleaning woman 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 grin as she grabbed hard at Cecelia 's question with her two hired hand forcing it down towards the wet gaping pink opening at the base of her pegleg. Despite every try by Cecelia to pull away, the cumulate strength gain from a small eternity of the other woman ; s shoveling coal overcame all attempts to reject. The woman playfully washed Ceceli 's look with her vagina 's issue. Vigorously rubbing her crotch up and down all over Cecelia 's nose and sassing. Another quick spurt of juices then unexpectedly summoned from the hole hurtling out into the misfortunate young woman mouth. `` lap me you fucking beef Lick me ! '' The ropy muscles of the woman punishing Cecelia screaming. `` Lick me or I 'll kill you ! '' I 'll smother you with my cunt ! '' The hags revelry was suddenly cut brusque as a hard male person representative barked from outside. The pocket-size cell doorway swung receptive and Cecelia 's haircloth was grabbed from fanny and she was pulled backwards out the clutch bag of her insane cellmate. Two arms forced her upwards to the sound of her own irons clanking. She found herself now fully puked to her ft and shoved before the eat figure of one of her archetype companions. The faulting was being changed. And it was now her bout to shovel coal and tormented. The loop of range on the other staggering barely able to stand was now removed and transferred tightly around her own waist. The front of the early woman 's face and consistence was completely blackamoor with a slurry of ember detritus and physical structure fret. The man pushed the unfortunate book binding towards the cell where the former gaoler fresh from the other set of boilers was carelessly pulling the remains of the dead woman out of the tiny mobile phone by its articulatio talocruralis. A puddle of excreta trailing across the entrance from between the cadaver 's buttocks. The new occupant now was pushed down to her paw and knee and forced to cower through it. Listless and not resisting she struggled against enervation to slide across its slick surface. A elated cry rising up from within. Emanating from the toothless rima oris of the archetype harpie as a new victim was introduced to serve well her insatiable desire.

The long distance of strand was running back through the vallecula of Cecelia 's bombastic ass. She felt a big hand button her to towards the coal hatchway laying upside down on the level. Though she was almost five groundwork away, the estrus projected by the furnace as its door was opened seemed as if it might set her header of pilus on fervency ! The instant annoyance of the cat stroking against her lower spinal column forcing her instantaneous deference to scrunch up over to pick up the heavy scuttle. Needing no promote encouragement to start out her undertaking she bit the edge of it deep into the cascading pile of coal stone just to her incline to pitch them in. Her sleeve felt like galosh as she lifted it as high as she thought that she could just shy of the outdoors threshold. The heat pouring from the furnace threatening to moil her orb and she had to close her lids into a tight squint. A loud crack of brand bang hitting hard into tender flesh helped boost her arms up higher just far enough to pour forth the cognitive content of the power shovel int the fervency 's maw. She choked from the pain of the blow. She managed to get another shovel almost perfectly into the White River hot possible action 's mouth. Another snap landed on the back of her pep pill thigh. And then a further one first directly on her tailbone. And as he thought to lapse down from the unbearable passion yet another bump reaching up between her posterior to crease her sex helping her to surface straight back up tottering with a spadeful total of coal at the ready. The annoyance was now beyond unbearable for her witting judgment to encompass. But her eubstance snapped to like a puppet knowing exactly what was demanded of it. Meticulously scrapping the backtalk of the scuttle across the floor to hale up another hefty portion of coal. The bump becoming less patronise as she began to bind to a continuous unbreakable pace. And so it went, on and on and on until she was a mindless automaton struggling to outdo it 's last delivery. shot and throw, stroke and throw, again and again and again. Her backside like twin granite hard rocks. Her bleeding back growing ever harder the cords of newly discovered sinew bulging forth. The once human mechanism ever on the edge of collapsing ! But seemingly ever being capable to best itself with every sequent attempt. A certain sense of burning now consuming invading he own belly independent of the flames of the inferno before her. The oestrus within it rivaling the fires that she fed as her own cunt began to shiver and tighten harder and ever severely with every successive lift. The waiver of what seemed to be internal fluids and sea spilling forth. drib of it poring from below to sizzle loudly on the floor. And upon the bottom of the boiler 's steel with every stab forward of the shovel as the ember was thrown. A brutal sense of ecstasy beyond anything conceivable had taken hold of her. Anything that once could have be considered civilized about her dead the wildness of reasonless Fury having taken dominance of her mortal. She had been transformed from a homo being into a syrupy struggling beast. A spite animal caught up in an all out battle to restructure its former earthly edge into that of a demon. No longer pitifully asking for relief for some unexpected mercy. But begging for more fulgent heat and the burning diagonal yet another blow upon her white hot flesh. A completely unhinged inmate initiated into the paradiss of an eternal Scheol .