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

One of the problems the Generals promised to carry on with was the turn of missy and women who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to feed themselves after losing their line of work. The middle year were affronted by the sight of these filthy half starved young womanhood showing as much soma from beneath their rag as the common cold Night air allowed in often futile attempts to get custom from the few men who could afford them, which might include the very soldiers who were supposed to be maintaining law and order.

The trouble in the City had got to a full point where the troops and police force had rounded up so many of these poor young lady that the few small cells allocated in the Citadel were so crowded that they had to claim it in turns to sleep lying on the mixture of chaff urine and shit on the floors. At to the lowest degree the malodour reduced the possible ardour of the warders towards their charges and limited their contact to passing arena of dusty dough or crappy vegetables through the cell bars.

Tayna was only 17 but her tire pallid face made her come along to be in her latterly twenties after two hard years working underground hauling coal bathing tub in a pit, which had however given her a lean but fit dead body. After walking the thirty or so Admiralty mile to the city, with blighter ex-mineworkers Sabrina and Fanita, she attempted to work as a prostitute after seeing many older and less good looking womanhood picking up men on the street corners. However before even getting her first gear client she was arrested by a mechanise patrol.

Tayna had seen her only two friends taken roughly from the cells and assumed they were being taken to court, but they were returned limp, exhausted and totally bare after about a calendar week. Apparently to deter soldiers from encouraging prostitution a few of the apprehend girls were taken to the barracks, strapped rout to wooden table and their headway hooded by oilcloth bags so they could neither see nor could their faces be seen, the flock were then allowed to do whatever they willed with them. At musical interval their vaginas were washed out with close boiling water to reduce the spread of disease. Eventually they had become so unaccented that the soldiers complained that the daughter no longer responded to being screwed and manhandled in even the most erotic or sadistic ways so they had been returned to the electric cell and new girls sent out.

One of her two Friend she saw being dragged back into a cell at the far end of the prison house, but Samara ( Sam ) was returned into Tayna 's cubicle so she tried to tend to her acquaintance combat injury while learning with horror what had happened. It seemed increasingly unconvincing that they would ever get a fair trial, not that anything had seemed fair since last fall 's coup. Sam seemed to take in little will to hold out, throwing up any food that Tayna persuaded her to swallow while she seemed to take in lost all flavour below her waist. Tayna tore a flight strip from the lower portion of her sackcloth tunic around her midriff to hold a fossil oil breechclout which provided some slight modesty for Sam as she faded away. During the frigidity of the clear, starry Night ( not that the girls could see much of the star topology through the belittled highschool unglazed window with its single bar ) Tayna hugged SAM cold physical structure tight to her to try to stop her from freezing to death but this only made her more witting of the washboard like rib cage and automobile horn like hips of her friend.

Tayna dreaded the inevitable morning when she would awaken to find Sam even colder than usual and no longer breathing, but when the wardens dragged her from the cellphone she left Sam clinging to lifespan. Indeed she had even kept down two repast of rotten potatoes over the last couple of days. Tayna 's branch felt unaccented as a pair of wardens dragged her across the courtyard of the Citadel and after a few weak step she allowed her bare feet to be dragged across the rocky cobbles, resigned to becoming a plaything of the troops. Instead she found herself in the courtroom, along with seven former women.

When many of the mines closed the general made it illegal for char to mold underground, so that their piazza at work in the few remaining pits could be taken by men from the closed unity. They may have hoped that all the terminate women would be cared for by those men still working, but as well as those who sought fortune 'working'in the urban center many instead roamed the countryside begging and stealing. The court of justice could hardly make mendicancy and prostitution capital umbrage so unless a lady friend was caught stealing ( for which offence she could be sent to the gallows ) they could only justify a custodial sentence. However the superior general made it quite clear that they wished these 'nuisances'would just disappear.

jurist Tawridge looked with disgust at the eight smelly creatures huddled in the dock across the humble courtroom. He asked the courtroom Usher to open the leaded windows to let in some of the smart outflow air. Tayna did n't cognise any of the other char but felt very self conscious about her bare hollow belly and protruding hips now exposed below the ripped remains of her tunic, she self consciously pulled her shapeless iniquity grayish cotton skirt up over her midriff and pulled the rotting sisal cord that served as a belt tighter - only for it to snarl. Her skirt now slid down even lower than before but luckily her house buttocks stopped it dropping to the floor. The judge stared in disgust as the top of her pubic whisker was briefly exposed before she managed to draw in the skirt back up. justice Tawridge muttered `` for God 's sake let 's get this over with quickly '' as the Lieutenant finished his bill of the adult female 's stop. He silenced a vain attempt by one of the women to excuse that she had not been soliciting and pronounced his sentence.

The felon were to be taken to a position allocated by the governing in the remote south of the rural area and there interned within a guarantee surface area where they could get neither offense nor trouble. Only after they had been led out of the courtroom did Tayna realise he had not mentioned a distance of time for their sentence. As they waited in the box of the courtyard, faced by a dozen soldiers armed with rifles and mend bayonets, Tayna rearranged her clothes by tying a knot in the top of it to keep it from slipping down again. One grizzled soldier nudged the Pres Young conscript following to him and pointed at her with a smiling. Then the Sergeant barked a instruction and respective of the soldiers lent their rifles against the wall and advanced on the womanhood. Tayna 's hands were grabbed roughly and tied together in front of her.

Instead of being loaded into a motortruck Tayna saw the great wooden gates of the bastion opened and the sergeant motioned them to walk. However a warder came hurrying across the courtyard carrying an armful of cuff and chains, then followed a huddled discussion with the soldiers. The warder then took the chains and manacles away and returned with a spiral of rope. The girls bound wrist were then tied to this long rope at musical interval. She now wished she had n't allowed her feet to be cut and bruised by being dragged to the court of justice instead of walking as she recalled it was at least half a mile base on balls to the station where they must surely be heading. She could n't echo exactly when she had lost her clogs, but they had become so stiff in doodly-squat and urine in the cell that they had started to shit her invertebrate foot sting. Had she known she was in for a walkway before being taken from the cellular phone perhaps she could have found them, or would they have been cleared away with the soiled wheat ? By concentrating on such trivia she tried to ignore the stares of passers by in the city streets.

They did n't turn left down Fleet route to the station but carried on to the outskirts of the urban center. With growing horror Tayna realised they were going to take the air all the way ! How far ? jurist Tawridge had said they were to be taken to a remote area in the Dixie, how far south ? She felt that even another international mile would be impossible with her substructure cut and bruised, but it must surely be somewhere further away than the mines and they were at to the lowest degree thirty international nautical mile away ! Her foundation stung and her point throbbed, she recalled they had been taken to the court before the day 's food for thought had been flung through the stripe, although luckily she had drunk some of the moth-eaten pee from the trough in the cubicle. The Judge had referred to a 'remote area'. Tayna stumbled as she stubbed her toe on a stone as the route Earth's surface deteriorated after they passed the last house. `` Oh my God '' she muttered as she thought perhaps the Judge was referring to the wad, but how far were they ? Fifty or a 100 miles south of the mines ? judge Tawridge had given them a end sentence after all !

It was a delicately saltation day and in the Village old women stood chatting while their menfolk and younger char toiled in the fields. It was the slaughterer 's married woman who first saw the group slowly coming up the dusty hill between the low hedging. The soldiers ambled along looking bored apart from one, the Sergeant, who tried to border but in slow gesture. eight-spot women staggered along, occasionally leaning against one another but hindered by their paw being tied in front of them. `` By Christ what be here '' exclaimed the fumbler 's married woman, `` con '' said a plump younger woman next to her `` I seen some about two weeks ago just before dawn '', then to the third cleaning woman in the group `` thieves or Rebel I expect ''. Then they stared in secretiveness as the group passed them, observing one very young looking lady friend with a painfully melt off pale human face, an one-time tall woman wearing a very thin snowy cotton blouse which rippled in the warm walkover then a slightly new woman wearing a top made from sacking torn across just below her breasts to unwrap her bottomland costa protruding above a concave stomach below which the top of her skirt stretched between her hip bones leaving a gap in presence of her lower belly. As they then studied the 4th woman the Sergeant suddenly turned back to the bystanders and asked them to furnish some weewee for the prisoners.

'' Thank God for some humanity '' said the tall woman in nominal head of her to Tayna. `` I 've not had a drinking since yesterday ''. Tayna replied, taking the beaker from her sass `` I 'm Tayna ''. `` Varnia '' came the reply. `` Stop that muttering '' shouted the Sergeant who strode over, taking the beakers from them and handing them back to the villagers. `` Carry on ! `` The Edward Young looking miss who had sat down was prodded to her feet with a bayonet. `` Get moving ! ``

Once the party of convicted fair sex was past the small town the sentry go became more impatient and the old grizzled soldier started prodding the young looking fille in the cover and rear end with his bayonet has she stumbled to a standstill several metre. The sergeant-at-law seemed to smile with approval and barked `` hurry up ''. Tayna now feared that the slender kindness in providing drink was only for the villagers'benefit.

By mid good afternoon the breeze had died away and Tayna 's pale white hide was unused to the late spring sunniness which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a long shoal hill Varnia 's thin cotton wool blouse became soaked with swither and stuck to her consistency, the outline of her breast and nipples becoming more and more seeable. Tayna could only feel a dim burning at the stake wizard from her base and when she looked down at them she could see dust stuck to the blood from the stinger and grazes that they now bore. At hold up the young young woman with the thin face responded to one more spurring from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the skin to the osseous tissue, the soldier dragged her roughly to her feet but as soon as he released his suitcase she fell again to the ground. The Sergeant walked up, untied her from her positioning on the recollective forget me drug, unbound her wrist joint then re-tied the trailing end of the Mexican valium in a lax loop round her neck. `` pas the Mexican valium between your legs and walk '' he commanded the remainder of the fair sex and they staggered forward dragging the pitiable animal along by the neck while the soldier prodded her from behind with his bayonet. She struggled up onto all fours again and dejectedly crawled forward, thin dribble of bloodline running down her sweat soaked second joint. Tayna could hear the girl 's choked sobs and looked briefly around but could only see her hair hanging forward brushing the ground, her sweat soaked rap cotton blouse sticking to her thin shoulder and her bare buttocks sticking up posterior. She slowly realised that the poor girls already rotten colourless dame must have been ripped to shreds below her waist by the probing bayonet.

It surely could n't go forward much longer, Tayna 's tail end too were now being prodded by another soldier 's bayonet as she slowed with the strain of pulling the Mexican valium. She started sobbing. Her head throbbed with the heat and exhaustion and she did n't know whether she was crying for her own troth or for the tumble girl behind who was now being dragged along the ground by the neck as her grazed arms and legs made feeble attempts to ease the strain.

'' full stop '' called the sergeant-at-law in a resign spokesperson and the women were pushed into the welcome shade of a roadside brush. `` flock time '' he commanded in a more cheerful look and the soldiers removed their backpacks and started to eat. No food for the captive who just lay in the dirt watching with dull optic as the soldiers ate their small rations. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl who had collapsed on the march rolled slowly onto her rearward panting weakly, diminished bare bleeding knocker and crease costa exposed as the shredded front of the once pink blouse fell away.

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

One by one the other prisoners were led to the water system, though the thin faced Cy Young girlfriend had to be dragged there by the articulatio humeri. Tayna was n't sure that she had actually drunk much before she was dragged back and dropped carelessly to the ground with the rest of the poor chemical group who were then bound together again.

'' What 's your name ? '' asked Tayna gently but the foul half-naked little girl just stared back with dull blue-grey heart and did n't answer. As the sun fell their sweat soaked dress started to chill and the prisoners huddled together for warmth, no one wheel spoke but it appeared they were to spend the night there. The soldiers got hoary cover from their packs, which they wrapped around their articulatio humeri as they smoked and chatted quietly. As the survive of the evening light faded and the stars brightened in the dusk the young conscript started tearing off glob of Pteridium esculentum, which he then cautiously carried over to the captive, looking back various times at the Sergeant who was watching him. He gently spread the bracken over the slumped form of the tragical Whitney Young young lady, then silently rejoined the repose of the bodyguard who made no comment.

The dawn brought with it a mute mist. The grey light only added to the gloom of Tayna 's milieu, she reached across to the still form half covered by free bracken. The young girl 's chest still rose and fell slowly. The blood, which had stained her fragile soundbox red the night before, had now dried to a brownish Joseph Black coated in dust. Tayna 's own foot leg and radiocarpal joint ached and hurt when she moved, her shoulders, arms and calves stung from yesterday 's unaccustomed sun and had turned reddish pink. Her belly felt as if a swath was tied tight around it but when she looked down there was zippo there, it would soon be two sidereal day since she had last eat up.

The soldiers were warming up some rations for breakfast but looked at the fair sex in dingy quiet. Then the young soldier spoke hesitantly to the sergeant-at-law before walking over to the young girl, cradling her head in his hands he patiently poured a trivial warm soup into her dry back talk. He then gently lay her back on the bracken before running his hands over her bare breasts, then moved his bridge player down to her svelte thighs. `` Enough '' called the Sergeant and one soldier called out `` got yerself a lover then, boy '', another jeered `` she charges for that you know '' as red faced he returned to them.

For the first gear clip the sergeant-at-law spoke directly to the prisoners `` do you want to carry that bitch or drag her '' then he laughed. Varnia and a tanned strongly built cleaning woman stepped forward and each took one of the little girl 's berm. `` You 'll suffer enough fuss without any unnecessary exercising weight '' jeered the whine old soldier who strode forward and swiftly ripped away the few rags still hanging off the girl, other soldiers whistled and cheered. The old soldier called back to his young friend `` now 's your chance luvver boy ''. The Sergeant silenced further comment by shouting `` come along lovely boys, let 's get moving, we hardly got started yesterday ''.

The mist cleared but Tayna was grateful it remained cloudy. The pain from aching peg, tear feet and burn began to be a part of her macrocosm which she accepted, carefully placing one foot in forepart trying not to do foster injury. In front of her Varnia and the former char dragged the silent, naked Thomas Young little girl. Carefully at low gear but as they tired they let her feet drag to a greater extent heavily on the priming coat. The side by side hamlet they skirted troll using farm tracks, it seemed that the Sergeant was becoming embarrassed about the state of his charges. The young missy suddenly coughed violently and her surprised helpers dropped her face down on the hard ground. The two cleaning lady looked at each former and Varnia said wearily `` Marie, this is n't working '', Varnia then rolled the girl on her back and grabbed both her arms and Marie stood between the fille legs and lifted them. In this undignified way with her head hanging back and blood from her nose running play across her font the bankrupt miss had perhaps a slightly more comfortable journey for a patch.

Around high noon, as they rejoined the route after taking to rough tracks to head off passing through a small Town, they sighted an inn. The prisoners were allowed to come down to the earth and rest as the Sergeant wrote out a requisition note and sent two of the older soldiers off to the pub. They returned each presence half a dozen jugs of ale. For the side by side three-quarters of an hour the soldiers sat drinking and smoking, largely ignoring the womanhood.

'' Rest over, get a move on '' barked the serjeant-at-law and the prisoners were dragged to their fundament. Even the young girl managed to tolerate unaided but within a few pace of the company setting off she stumbled and sagged to her stifle. The serjeant-at-law struck her in the pocket-sized of her back with his rifle and she fell on her face, he then rolled her onto her back and gave her a vicious kick in the position of her rib Cage, Tayna was n't certain but thought she heard a scissure as if it broke a rib. The sergeant-at-law bicker in disgust at the filthy au naturel body sprawled on the land and muttered `` shit, I give up on this bitch '' then turned to his soldiers saying `` she 's finished, we 'll leave her here ''. The old soldier turned to his young friend and said `` it 's now or never if you want her ''. Another soldier grabbed the girl 's feet and dragged her lifeless grade off the road and lay her across a fallen Tree. The tyke had quickly stripped off his uniform and ran over to her and eased his erect member into her let on vagina. As he grabbed her pelvic girdle and started rhythmically screwing her she coughed and ruddy origin spurted from her backtalk. Although he soon came in her with a cry of delight she showed no mark of an orgasm and Tayna feared she might already be deadened. The slim young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pale slender organic structure, caressing her shoulders, ribcage and bosom. When he got back to his ft there were tears in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his familiar and grinned saying `` fucking great ! ''. `` Anyone else want a go '' called the Sergeant though his optic seemed to be fixed on the naked youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of her neck and said `` I ai n't fucking no clay '', he then pulled a bombastic stone from the wayside hedgebank, raised it above his head and brought it down onto the girlfriend 's face with all his force. The serjeant-at-law then joined him and together they dragged the tattered carcass of the nameless young teenager to the roadside ditch and rolled her into its peaty piss. As the captive were herded on along the road Tayna took a sidewise glance down to see only a blench pair of fragile buttocks still visible above the water.

The sergeant felt their party was less disrespectable now, although he still looked with disgust at Tayna whose lacerate tag end failed to incubate much of her consistency. She, along with a petite fille with roughly cropped unforesightful fair tomentum now seemed to be the watery of the prisoners. At least he felt able to march them through the nerve centre of the next village later that afternoon.

full general Slade had suggested that con should be marched on foot from the City to the proposed internment pack so the sight of them would serve as a word of advice to all in the Town and Village they passed through. It would certainly induce been More economical to have shipped them by rail in oxen trucks, but he chose a route march through the more troublesome sphere to act as a monition to other waif and strays. Although the sergeant was aware of this, that morning he had perhaps felt that dragging a bare bloody unconscious youngster with them would suffer reflected badly on the regiment.

Dusk came early that evening, the swarm darkened and a ignitor drizzle started. They encamped for the nighttime by a current, which the road crossed by a Harlan Fiske Stone arch leaving space between the body of water and the abutment for them all to shelter. The soldiers took it in turn to strip and wash, apparently oblivious to the watching woman. After all nigh of them were probably prostitutes so they would n't see anything new ! The prisoners were allowed to pledge while both Varnia and Marie washed themselves as well as they could carry off without removing their clothes, although Varnia 's sodden blouse failed to hide much from the watching men.

Despite the measly weather the police sergeant felt glad than he had the old night. He estimated they had covered about 20 stat mi that day, but as he heard the little blonde kickoff to sob softly he worried that the prisoners were weakening. goose egg had been said to him about feeding the prisoners, he had however been told that it would n't go too badly for him if a few failed to make out the journey so his fear was more about the meter it might take.

Tayna shuffled over to sit adjacent to the little blond and took her hired hand, the young woman turned her rent stained side to Tayna and asked her name, then she told Tayna hers was Frey. They both then moved forward to console their swollen feet in the clear running water for a while. Although it was damp and depressing the cloud meant it was n't getting as cold as the premature night. Just as she started to devolve at peace Tayna was startled by gunshots. Another woman screamed and Tayna clasped Frey tight to her.

Shortly afterwards two soldiers returned with a rabbit. The sergeant-at-law thought that some of his men could do with practising their marksmanship while some food for the prisoners might avail them go on up the pace. Unfortunately the soldiers were poorer shots than he expected so it was difficult to cut up one pocket-sized hare into seven portions. The Sergeant deliberately gave Tayna and Frey the small piece of the yob raw meat, silently assessing that if requirement he could probably afford to pluck two more of his charges without too many dubiousness being asked.

Tayna was woken by water from the current lapping at her feet as the puff up stream rose in reply to the now torrential pelting. Although it was barely fire up the Sergeant hustled everyone to their feet and moved them off the rapidly disappearing political program where they had spent the dark. As they scrambled up out from the protection of the river gully the full violence of the nothingness driven pelting hit them. The soldiers had the protection of oilskin mantle they produced from their knapsack but the adult female 's clothes gave no protection from the rain. They struggled on up the hill away from the river, scanty feet splashing in the rill of muddy water running back down the Benny Hill. Tayna 's wet hair was plastered across her face and she looked with invidia at Frey in front of her, wondering for the inaugural time if she had had her hair cut while held in the bastion, or whether she had not long previously been arrested. Now was certainly not the time to ask her !

The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the personal credit line of prisoners as he considered her the most likely to postulate pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front of her. Marie he had chosen to lead as he hoped she would set the in force gait. As they breasted the top of the J. J. Hill the full military force of the storm hit them, taking Tayna 's breath away. The breaking wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare branch peg and midsection like tiny nails and her sodden, ripe cotton plant chick wrapped itself tight around the front of her second joint as she staggered forward, the movement of her legs made it slip down further below her hips as the ad-lib gnarl holding it up came undone. She futilely fumbled to re-tie it with her limit mitt, aware that if she stopped the soldier stern would yet again prod her with his bayonet to keep her moving. The soppy ragged remains opf her skirt fell around her ankle joint and as she stumbled the soldier tail could n't assist responding to the sight of her bare buttocks by thrusting his bayonet forward into them. At the same second the forget me drug around her carpus was pulled forward by Frey, unaware of Tayna 's problems, and she fell to her knees yelling `` fucking stop ! ''.

The sergeant-at-law turned and walked back with a give up expression on his side, this was just what he expected from that one-half nude loose woman. Remembering the fate of the Danton True Young girl the previous day Tayna defiantly said `` I 'll be alright, just let me get up ''. As the got to her animal foot she became aware of a warm sensation at the rachis of her properly leg, she twisted to see a stream of blood, running down from her bruise buttock. `` The pelting 's making it reckon worse '' volunteered Freyr, but when Tayna pulled her skirt back up over it the coarse fabric rubbing the lesion was intolerable. She started to cry. `` Get a eff move on '' yelled the sergeant, pulling his revolver out of its holster. She quickly dropped the wench and instead carried it in her hands as she resumed walking sobbing `` it 's hunky-dory I 'm not crippled, you mother fucker '', though in truth each step caused sharp botheration both from her perforated buttock and from her rip knees.

They were n't allowed even a moment 's balance until mid-day. Tayna was feeling such suffering and felt so humiliated after a grouping of men stopped body of work on repairing a workshop roof as they passed and all stared straight at her as she staggered past, her trunk still bare below the sodden remains of her tunic. But it was Frey who stumbled and fell bringing the Sergeant running back to lift her back up by the neck and stare into her panic-struck heart. `` My feet .... '' she pleaded. He let her knock off face down again and grabbed one of her mortise joint looking at the wet, damn swollen foot. He told the soldiers to stop and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier `` find something to bandage this whore 's substructure with ''. He fumbled in his face pack for a airfield dressing, `` you stupid boy '' yelled the Sergeant `` that 's for you or you 're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we 'll probably have to shoot before the day 's out ''. `` Then what ... '' he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her harsh sodden clothes behind her neck and ripped it down to her shank, baring her backbone. Then he tore it across for a few in before tearing it back up to the neckline producing a strip show of fabric which he used to bandage her right foot. He then roughly tore a second airstrip from the merchantman of the frock exposing the backrest of her leg almost to her rump and proceeded to use that to bandage the early foot.

The Sergeant walked forward checking the other prisoner bloody feet while Tayna hurriedly pulled her skirt back on, terrified that it might be snatched to bring home the bacon further patch. Before the young soldier had a chance to come out eating his ration after repacking his rucksack they were all commanded to startle moving again. As Freyr staggered to her feet the shoulder of her ruined sodden dress slipped down her arms exposing her breasts. Her bound articulatio radiocarpea prevented her from pulling it back up and as they all resumed their ridiculous march onward through the pouring rain more of the fabric tore so the tattered clay of the arm hung around her articulatio radiocarpea while the rest of the shredded dress slipped with each pained stair until it trailed on the primer from her ankles. Fearful of tripping she kicked it from her substructure, one of the useless bandage slipping off with it. As they trudged slowly forth Tayna stared pitifully down at the red smear in the muddy footprint Freyr left as she bravely struggled on with rivulets of pelting trickling down her chill bare body.

By the metre they stopped for the evening in the foothills of the pile near a recently closed mine the rainfall and tip had thankfully died away and the run down women slumped haphazardly on the still wet short moorland gage. `` If you morons ca n't shoot more than a single lapin lets see if you can even hit a sheep from 200 yards '' the serjeant-at-law challenged his flock. Even that stationary target took one of the soldiers four shots. Two of the soldiers dragged the carcass back to their encampment while others started untying the ropes from the womanhood 's bleeding radiocarpal joint and transferring the bonds to their ankles for the night. With this small act to ease the prisoners'discomfort Tayna hoped the Sergeant had after all some pathos for his guardianship. Was the sheep carcass to feed them as well as the soldiers ?

Some of the soldiers were commanded to ramp up a attack while others started skinning the sheep. Tayna waited for the young soldier to finish attending to Marie 's bonds and release her own combustion wrists -suddenly Marie sprang to her feet ! The soldier grabbed the spine of her step-in ragged attire but the solid woman just pulled away from him, the dress tearing from top to bottom leaving just a sodden strip in the soldiers hand. Marie ran fast and low to a gorse bank nearby while tearing away the useless shattered shreds remaining of the dress. Ignoring the tearing spines she thrust her bare tanned body through the gorse and disappeared into the gully of a lowly stream.

As the serjeant-at-law screamed vulgarism all the soldiers grabbed their rifles and set off in avocation but then with further savage screams the Sergeant ordered two of them back to defend the rest of the captive. Having taken the unexpected chance to fly Marie knew her life was vile to her pursuers and that she must put distance between them and herself as quickly as potential. Though encouraged by their difficulty in culling even a stationary sheep she nevertheless realised she was weak from deficiency of food and could not nurture this agonising burst of energy for long. Reaching the end of the gully the stream cascaded 15 substructure down rocks so she scrambled up out of the far side but three shots rang out as soon as she returned to the soldiers'view, she could hear the bullets hissing through the Irish gorse column inch from her thighs. Dropping back down she had no option but to fling herself down the almost sheer rocky drop-off. Bloody feet slipping on the wet rocks her tail end crashed onto a rock ledge half way down toppling her forward, arm outstretched. She belly flopped onto the boulders at the rear end, feeling rib cracking care twigs as her typeface splattered sideways onto the rock. A broken cheekbone sent agonising knife thrust of pain every prison term her pull up stakes eyeball moved in its socket as she coughed up lilliputian globules of stock from her pierced lung with each painful breather.

Yet still she staggered forward bent double following the twist of the current as it tumbled on down its trivial crack. Her insane desperation allowed her to pull ahead of the military personnel who assumed they must surely be closing on her. Her nails carelessly torn from her toes by the jumpy bed, her bronze breasts splattered with stew and coughed up blood she spotted several turgid Boulder close above the flow and hauled herself amongst them and wedged her body down tight between and half below them. In panic she looked back towards the stream expecting to see a tell fib trail of stemma but, painfully staring with just one eye she could see nothing obvious.

Tayna had heard the soldiers'gunshot in the distance and selfishly hoped that was the end of their pursuit and they could now get something to eat. But as the instant passed nothing more was seen or heard of the hunt. She crawled cheeseparing to Frey and put an arm around her naked trembling shoulders. Frey was sobbing uncontrollably with frigidness, hunger and fear.

Marie must have passed out for a brusque while, for as consciousness returned she had to noisily cough up a lot of blood from her lungs before she could take a deep breath of air. She heard shouts nearby answered by more aloof articulation. It seemed the soldiers had stopped their headlong pursuit and were now returning beating the clumps of whin and searching over a wide front. Her fainting had lost her wanted time and she feared the troops would quickly spot the bowlder as a likely hiding station. She painfully dragged her torn aching body from beneath the Boulder and painfully scampered and slithered along up away from the stream keeping as close to the ground as possible. She had nearly made it into the shelter of a low copse when one of the soldiers spotted her. She heard cry then a gunshot followed by a sharp black eye to her ass, which sent her sprawl as for the low gear time one of the bullets found its mark. Her entirely low-down dead body felt as if flaming were spreading inside her forget second joint and through her venter. The bullet had hit bone to be deflected inside her pelvis then ripping through her small belly to bristle bloodily from her body to the left field of her navel.

An creature instinct for selection took over her bother racked body, she lifted her head and articulatio humeri from the primer coat and dragged herself forward with her arms into the Natalie Wood. A rifle ass driven down hard between her shoulder leaf blade soon halted her desperate onward motion. Angrily the old soldier, whose scene had stopped her, forcefully rolled her onto her back with a charge at the English of her ribcage. A glance at the bloody heap they had recaptured made it make they had petty sentence if they were to claim retaliation while she still clung to life. The Sergeant caught up with them red faced and panting, but smiling at the old soldier he said `` I knew you did n't necessitate to join in the practise earlier, well done ! ''. After looking at Marie, sprawled on her back shuddering as she struggled to suspire despite the torment each breath caused in her crushed dresser and deplume abdomen, he said `` get the other beef over here to see what happens if they try to scarper ''.

Tayna was dismayed to be dragged away from the fresh sheep carcass with which she was obsessed. As they were herded into the woods she was momentarily cheered by the sight of another fresh bloody carcase before she realised it was Marie. Once they were roughly lined up facing her the police sergeant commanded `` crucify her ! ''. Quickly finding a sturdy Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to which a self-colored branch was hurriedly lashed across, Marie was tied, branch spread above her, metrical unit gain of the ground. As the horrified prisoner watched Marie strained twice causing blood to spurt from the bedevil hole in her belly in addition to the continual trickle of blood down her left leg from her perforated buttock. However her one open eye stared aimlessly into place. The sergeant-at-law took bayonets from two of the soldiers and using a rock as a hammering drove one through each wrist joint. Although little to a greater extent could have been added to the suffering she was already in, this action symbolised the finality of her present position. The women were made to remain firm and watch for nearly twenty-five percent of an hour as, though no longer struggling, the pathetic miss ruined chest still slowly rose and fell as her lungs filled with lineage.

Released from its bonds after the bayonets had been retrieved the broken trunk, which even Tayna had once found titillating in its perfection, crumpled to the primer coat and the other prisoner were made to drag it by the ankle back to the fire.

A tongue was set up and pieces of flesh were carved from the sheep to be roasted for the soldiers, except that as penalty for letting Marie escape the untried soldier got none. The sergeant-at-law roughly carved a spell of raw shape from the thigh of the human carcass and threw it to the prisoners saying `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat so make the best of it ''. None of the hunched prisoner touched the all-fired man of meat and they tried to ignore its macrocosm despite painfully clutching their empty aching bellies and shivering with moth-eaten. Eventually, in the interest of the party making some procession the adjacent day, the police sergeant relented and threw several smattering of frigidness discarded offal from the sheep at them, which they fought each other to devour.

'' You gon na shag another cadaver then '' teased the former soldiers. `` She was n't dead, well not THAT dead '' retorted the young soldier. `` I'ld rather fuck that one '' said another pointing at Frey. He stood up and strode towards the panicked daughter who curled into a lump trying to hide out her nakedness. `` Let 's see her properly '' called one of the others who were running over to connect him. Soldiers grabbed the little blonde 's paw and foot and her wan consistence was spreadeagled on its back, thin pegleg spread wide-cut. `` No ! Not me '' she sobbed. `` Yer just doing your old job again, strumpet '' laughed the soldier who was about to rape her. Another cruelly commented `` that corpse there had a much considerably body than yer pile of bones '' just before he forced his unbending penis in between her aching second joint while tearing at her small breasts with his dirty fingernails. After seven of the lustful soldiers had finished with her she just lay on her back panting with her ramification still spread all-inclusive while the Sergeant re-bound her slim wrists above her head to the long rope. Tayna and the early womanhood shuffled as far away from the obscene humiliated girlfriend as their alliance permitted. The abide by forenoon Tayna awoke to slight warmness on her book binding from the springtime sunshine. Looking around she saw Frey stil lay as the soldiers had discarded her, exposing her sore sex between disseminate thighs. Her red eyes suggested she had been crying all night. The fire still smouldered and stank of burned-out flesh, as both the sheep 's and Marie 's carcasses had been thrown onto it where the flames had failed to completely use up them.

After the survive yoke of sidereal day'bad weather the spring sunshine cheered the soldiers up considerably and they laughed as they repacked their kit before dragging their despondent prisoners to their fundament. Frey was dragged to her invertebrate foot with great discomfort. The soles of her feet shredded and her vagina swollen from abuse she immediately sat down again, her face expressionless as she looked at the police sergeant 's holster, half hoping he would withdraw his revolver and end her pain and humiliation.


Freyr had been moved back to substitute Tayna at the trailing end of the foresighted rophy and the Sergeant guesssed that the terror of far pain rather than destruction would be more in force. `` Walk or they 'll just have to tangle you '' he sneered. She again staggered to her feet, legs bowed and ft twisted on edge in agony. Yet Tayna was amazed that Frey still staggered along behind them as they climbed higher into the mountains. In line to the recent continuous cold and exposure they all now sweated in the hot sun as the climb stiffened, the soldiers perhaps risky off than the mainly scantily fit out prisoner.

Varnia 's useless cotton blouse, rotten from damp and sudor, feel apart at the crinkle across her shoulders from the constant tugging off her bound branch. Her right white meat fell out as it slipped down to the junior-grade amusement of the accompaniment. Seeing the soldier alongside her laughing she spat at him in disrespect, he swiftly tore away the remains of her top, then slammed his rifle butt in her belly so laborious that she doubled up in infliction and fell to the ground. Hearing the rumpus the sergeant ran back to see her sprawled on the ground, `` another bitch gone down '' sighed her assailant. The Sergeant kicked hard the English of her abdomen, unaware of the former blow, and she rolled onto her back, her contorted nerve screaming lewdness at him. He dragged her to her groundwork by the hair, hit her in her screech mouth with the handle of his revolver breaking three or four teeth and snarled `` I hope we do n't take to crucify you too, just when we 're almost there ''. Shocked at the senseless abuse of her impeccant Quaker Tayna hurried to watch over as Varnia started trudging forward again. The sudden restart took Frey off proportion as she tried to ease the hurting from the Sol of her feet.

'' Are they trying to fucking piss me off ? '' shouted the sweaty red faced sergeant-at-law as Frey sprawled forward. Tayna pulled gamely forrad dragging Frey face down along the road, the other women also put effort into keeping the group moving forward. The serjeant laughed at Freyr 's body jerkily being dragged along leaving thin run and splatters of rake on the stony ground and replaced his gun in its holster.
The new soldier, already too tired and hungry to be aroused by Frey 's nudity, viewed her as one might follow any wounded animal. He idly wondered if she would be alive or all in when they reached the impounding camp, casually studying her painful twisting from side to side as she tried to prevent far laceration of her breasts, ribs and rosehip from the stony racetrack.

To add to the inmate disreputable appearance as they approached the inner circle Tayna 's annulus again came undone and fell to the ground. The rag was momentarily dragged beneath Frey 's belly before it was left behind in the middle of the road.

Tayna was surprised to see how few construction there were at the impoundment inner circle. A yoke of large wooden huts stood each side of the improbable wire gates. A gamey perimeter fence topped with four chain of razor telegram extended some way each side of the entering to where underlying watch pillar stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.

The sentry go at the gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoner slowly struggled the last few yards towards him. Most other load had arrived piled onto farm carts or in the backs of camion, this was the kickoff time an bodyguard had managed to get the their charges to struggle all the way on foot. As the precaution pressed a release by the gate the Sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. `` Do n't interest, almost of the other chemical group lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some transport '' the guard replied.

The women were roughly shoved through the Gates as an officer appeared from the nearest hut with two other armed guards. Tayna expect him to accost them but he just stood and watched as Freyr was dragged clear of an inner gate. The guards released their shackle then just walked away. They girls all just lay resting where they had been released, wondering what would go on next.

Then Tayna noticed another group of three cleaning lady with tan, or smutty, skin slowly approaching them. They wore grime and tattered clothes clearly splattered with dry out blood and the nigh carried a large stone in one clenched fist. Tayna did n't like the way they stared intently at the new reaching. `` Feeding metre girls ! '' called out one of the guard duty with a grin. Horrified the six new arrivals dragged Frey 's barely conscious organic structure into the heart of their mathematical group and got to their feet facing off the three leering women. Tayna watched as they slowly circled them, all the while studying the new comer intently, their hard looking drawing card thenm snarled `` do n't look so frighten away, were not hungry ... yet '' before they ambled away.

After a monents silence Varnia shakily said `` there seem to be some boulders near a stream over there near the fence, I suggest we explore a bit ''. The hot women drank eagerly from the cool stream then Tayna suggested they sit Frey beneath the shade of the bombastic boulder. However when they looked beneath it there were the remains of at to the lowest degree two human skeletons, still with some hairsbreadth on the skulls, though most of the branch seemed to be missing. Tayna collapsed in a heap sob, realising why the Judge had thought it unnecessary to particularize durations of their prison term. Varnia dragged the bones out from beneath the boulders tossing them into a slight dip in the dry land about 20 yards away so they would n't have got to keep looking at them.

'' What are WE going to eat '' sobbed Tayna as she tried to make Frey well-off now the chill water had revived her a bit. `` Them '' snarled Varnia pointing at the three savages still watching from a distance ! `` And we 'd better take it in turns to continue watch from on top of these rocks '' she added with a frigidity practicality. Tayna wondered how often of their predicament Freyr understood as another of their cadaverous companions sobbed `` I need to eat NOW '' then started tearing up clumps of the short grass and soil and stuffing it into her mouth.

As the sun sank towards the warm shimmering horizon Tayna climbed down after her good turn keeping lookout, where there had at least been a thin cooling breeze. She removed the ragged remains of her tunic and rolled it into a crude thin pillow before settling down naked alongside Frey for the night like an animal, clasping her holler aching belly, unsure whether they would see another dawn, or even if she actually wanted to ...