Pentonbridge Pig

Chapter 14 Field Meal

"End of the line pig. Lazy sluts are not afforded the same privileges as working bitches," growled Guard Lee.

Emily cringed but shuffled obediently to the end of the line of women. The break for the midday meal had been called and the prisoners had lined up at the rear of the wagon. They had each been issued a small metal bowl and tiny plastic spoon, little more than a shallow scoop with no real handle. Emily's thirst had grown as she worked in the field, but it had not been until the break had been called that she realised how ravenously hungry she was.

She watched curiously as the line began to shuffle slowly forward, each successive inmate moving off to the left and immediately setting to work on the bowl they clasped as if it was made of gold. Emily remained silent as she waited patiently for her fellow prisoners to be served. Her stomach grumbled furiously as she moved closer and the unmistakable aroma of food wafted on the gentle breeze towards her.

It did not take long for her to progress to the front of the line. As she stepped up to the tray, Emily offered her bowl up as she had seen the other women do. Guard Lee held a short length of hose and had squirted an equal measure of the soupy gruel into each inmate's bowl. Emily looked at Guard Lee expectantly, eager to eat her first substantial meal in almost 24 hours.

SPLAT. Emily almost cried out as the spurt of gruel hit the bowl with much greater force than any of the previous helpings she had seen administered. The grainy liquid hit the bottom of her bowl and splattered in all directions. Only a small amount of gruel landed in the metal container, the majority of her meal lay spattered across her chest and arms.

"Pig you silly bitch. This food has been provided for you by the magnanimous and hard-working staff in the Pentonbridge kitchens. I bet you would not have spilled it if it had been a big load of cum from some animal, hey pig?"

Emily simply hung her head and stood silently, not trusting herself to make even the smallest response. She could feel the dollops of lumpy gruel slide down her breasts and was unsure what she should do. She was desperate to eat, the sounds of the other women, hungrily emptying their bowls, filling her ears.

"Fuck off pig. Useless bitch. Don't think you are getting any more. If you decide to fuck around and waste what is provided for you then that's your problem."

Emily stepped to the side and moved forlornly to join the other inmates. All she wanted to do know was to eat whatever food she had left. She knelt down on the bare earth, not willing to rest her naked behind in the dirt, not having the luxury of clothing the other women wore. She wasted no time in scouring her bowl clean with the tiny spoon provided. She had managed only four mouthfuls of the tasteless goop and remained hungry.

Almost without conscious decision, Emily started to scoop the congealing gruel from her breasts. She knew it would be mixed with her sweat and the dust from the field but she needed the energy to make it through the day. She tried to clean herself as quickly as she could, not wanting to prolong the humiliation she felt at having to eat food from her own filthy body. She studiously avoided looking at the other prisoners, unwilling to have their disgust reinforce her degradation.

"Pig," bellowed Guard Lee, making Emily grit her teeth, wondering what she had done wrong now. "As you have finished, it's time to inspect that fat snatch to determine if you have been keeping your mind on your work. Get that ugly sack over here."

Emily scrambled to her feet and scurried over to the guard, her apprehension growing by the moment. No one had witnessed the previous inspection of her sex as they had already been dismissed. She knew this moment was coming but she had hoped it would once again occur when the other inmates were back in the field.

"Return your bowl and spoon. Attention pig, a slovenly posture is a show of disrespect to your betters. You should cherish the chance to stand up straight and show your social superiors that you respect them. Now bend over and touch your toes."

Emily hesitantly bent at the waist and reached for her toes, knowing as she did so that she would be exposing her body to the women still eating their meal. She had no choice but she felt like a slut, showing her sex and her tight pink asshole to these women. Yes, they were prisoners too, confined to D-wing as she was, but she still felt shame under their collective gaze, unable to stop worrying what they thought of her.

“Reach back and open, pig,” ordered Guard Lee.

Emily raised her arms slowly, not wanting to play an active part in the humiliating scene. She gingerly rested her hands on her buttocks, her fingers resting close to her exposed slit. The trembling, naked girl took a deep breath and pulled her asscheeks slightly apart, opening her pussy to the scrutiny of the guard and her fellow inmates.

The moment she was in position she felt a pressure between her legs. Her pussy, open and vulnerable was penetrated without preamble. Emily could feel the shaft of what she now knew to be the rifle barrel, inch inside her silky tunnel. She squirmed as the metal intruder was forced further inside her, the pointed sight scraping the delicate pink folds of flesh.

"Slut! The problem with a degenerate is that they wallow in their own filth any chance they get. We all saw that perverted display pig. Luckily for you it seems the gravity of your situation has been able to break through that fat layer of perversion. Stand up straight, these bitches don't want to see your ugly cunt."

Emily straightened up gratefully, her face flushed with embarrassment. Even though the inspection of her pussy had filled her with shame, she had been secretly elated and relieved that she had been able to remove the evidence of her earlier arousal. It had been a small victory for the naked girl, something that she knew she should forget as soon as possible. It would be dangerous to think she should practice deceit; a dangerous path indeed.

"Return bitches. Back to work. Pig, collect the bowls and spoons from the bitches, a low cunt like you needs to learn that everyone it meets, even these bitches are better than it. You know that don't you pig?"

"Yes Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily agreed dutifully.

"Pig, you sound very insincere to me. Bitches are to be truthful at all times. Dishonesty is a form of disrespect. Now think carefully pig and answer my question, my very simple and straightforward question."

"Guard Lee Ma'am I know that I am the lowest kind of person and that I am inferior to the other bitches on D-wing," Emily said resignedly, careful not to let her resentment show.

"Pig it is now your duty to collect all the tools used by the bitches on work detail. Start by gathering all bowls and spoons. They will be counted. If any tools are missing you will be held responsible pig."

Emily's lower lip trembled as she contemplated this latest indignity. She would now have to serve the other inmates from D-wing as if she was a slave. They were prisoners, as she was, and had no doubt done a lot worse to be sent here. It was ridiculously unfair for her to be persecuted like this. She had only misappropriated a few funds and now she was being treated like the worst possible kind of criminal.

"Move it pig, you already have time to be made up due to your tardiness. Bitches, back to work," called Guard Lee.

Emily dashed forward to collect the bowls from the other women, only to find them all now abandoned in the dirt as they rushed back to their work in the fields. She watched them go, dusting off the seats of their jumpsuits as they hurried back to the field. It made her own nudity once again jump to the forefront of her mind, not that it ever went far. Every movement she made highlighted her degrading vulnerability.

What she found hardest to deal with was the frustrating swinging of the tag between her legs. The hard sliver of metal was a constant reminder of her situation. She had been tagged like an animal and now she found herself toiling in the field like one, completely exposed to the elements. Emily knelt down to collect the bowls and spoons from the ground, making sure not to expose her sex or behind if she could help it.

It did not take long for the naked girl to collect all seventeen bowls and put them in one small pile with her own. Once finished she was unsure what she should do. Guard Lee had already moved back to her seat, observing the prisoners in the field. Was she to wait for an order to start working or was she just to hurry back to her fellow inmates. Her need to get back among the other women, to the feeble safety among numbers was too strong. Emily collected her bucket and hurried back into the field.

She was not called back and abused and Emily took that as a sign she had done the right thing. A flush of relief and happiness washed over her. How could she be so happy at making such a simple decision? She had been reduced to the simplest of emotions and her world now revolved around the guards, the rules and avoiding punishment. On the outside such decisions were inconsequential but in here, Emily thought, they are everything.

She had collected two small rocks from the dusty ground before her relative peace was interrupted. "Pig," called Guard Lee. Emily sighed forlornly, put her bucket down and ran back to the tray and the waiting guard. She arrived at the wagon, chest heaving as she fought for breath.

"Pig you do not abandon your tools in the middle of a job. As dumb as you are, this should really be self-evident."

Emily was crestfallen and she turned around and ran back to the field to collect her bucket. How was anyone supposed to know any of this stuff? It was not like people found themselves in these kinds of situations every day. She tried to keep the resentment and frustration she felt in check but it was difficult. She was at the complete mercy of her captors. The only way she was going to get through this was to acquiesce, she had to accept the demeaning treatment and work within the restrictions placed upon her.

The frustrated young girl placed her bucket on the ground next to her, and adopted the attention position in which she had been coached. She tried to justify what was happening to her. She had to embrace the strict rules of the institution and realise that her only option was to do as she was told, no matter what it was or how it made her feel. She had no idea how she could do that, but knowing it was necessary was surely a big step in the right direction.

"Pig, how many bowls did you collect at the end of the midday meal?"

"Eighteen Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily replied, a little worried, questioning if she had made a mistake.

"How many spoons did you collect at the end of the midday meal, pig?"

"Eighteen Guard Lee Ma'am."

"Pig, whenever an inmate are tasked with the collection of any equipment it reports to a superior. It does not just run away like a naughty child with something to hide. Do you know what you did wrong pig?"

"Yes Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily replied despondently, ashamed now of the joy she had felt in what she thought had been the right decision. The first chance she had to make a decision and she had failed.

"Pig, talking to you is like teaching a 2 year old swahili. Your lack of intelligence is painful to experience. When a bitch knows it did wrong it demonstrates that it knows what it did wrong. This is the only way a bitch's superiors know that the lesson can be learnt from. It is even more important with someone of such ill breeding. Bitches as dumb as you need to work harder, the dumber the bitch the harder it must work. Now are you going to answer properly?"

"Yes Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily squeaked, tears forming in her eyes. "I did not report to a superior that I had collected the bowls and spoons Guard Lee Ma'am. I am very sorry."

"No one cares about your apologies pig. No one has any interest in what a bitch thinks. A bitch works and does what it is told. A bitch speaks when spoken to. A bitch answers the questions it is asked. A bitch follows the rules. When a bitch does as it is told, its life is uncomplicated. Do you want your life to be easy pig?"

"Yes Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily replied, hoping she was not being set a trap.

"Pig, that is not a very admirable goal. That kind of bitch thinking is why you are here. Your destination was inevitable from the moment you were born. Bitches like you are nothing special. Unfortunately society is infested with filth like you."

Emily could no longer fight back the tears and began sobbing. Her bouncing shoulders caused her breasts to quiver and despite how she felt, Emily hoped that Guard Lee would not make comment.

"Disperse the bowls to where you found them. Collect them properly," ordered Guard Lee as she surveyed the women working in the field.

The constant haranguing of her character and the incessant demeaning comments about her behaviour had finally overwhelmed her. She could not fight it any longer. She tried to be strong but she had been beaten down, her fragile mental state had teetered on the brink since her induction but the speech of this soft spoken guard had pushed her over the edge.

Tears rolled freely down her dusty cheeks as she put each bowl back into the dirt beside the tray. Once all eighteen bowls lay in the dirt she collected the spoons and placed one in each bowl. The second the last spoon was in its bowl she began collecting them once again and placed them on the back of the tray.

"Guard Lee Ma'am, I have collected eighteen bowls and eighteen spoons."

"No pig. You are a bitch. A bitch has collected what it has been told. Try again."

"Guard Lee Ma'am, this bitch has collected eighteen bowls and eighteen spoons Ma'am."

"Back to work pig. This lesson will not be repeated," Lee said without even looking at her.

Emily picked up her bucket and ran back into the field, desperate to get away from the sadistic guard. She may not the harsh tones of the other guards but her speech and the treatment Emily had received since being given to her care had broken her spirit. She rejoined the line of prisoners and began filling her bucket with rocks and sticks. She needed to lose herself in this repetitive, mind-numbing task. She needed to find some respite from the humiliation and degradation that seemed to be an integral part of her existence now.