Pentonbridge Pig

Chapter 15 A Hard Day's Work

"Bitches report," bellowed Guard Lee, her sultry voice carrying across the still afternoon air.

Emily followed the other women back to the tray. She struggled to carry her bucket, half-filled as it was with debris. It had been a long day and she had lost count of the number of times she had emptied her metal bucket at the side of the field.

She had been mercifully left to her work since the midday meal. A further mid-afternoon drink break had passed without incident, though she had once again been forced to wait until all the other women had drunk their fill from the tank. Emily had been surprised that she had blushed like a schoolgirl as she knelt down and took the plastic teat into her mouth. This time a reminder had not been necessary, she had instantly thought of sucking a cock despite her best efforts to clear her mind.

The morning break had brought her immense humiliation at the hands of the guard, which had been exacerbated by her own body working against her, her arousal only reinforcing the shameful claims that had been made against her. Even with those memories she had not been able to prevent her thoughts from wandering.

She had run back to the field, the hairs on the back of her neck tingling, awaiting the anticipated call from Guard Lee that would herald a further round of humiliation. She had thrown herself into her work when she realised it would not be coming. She had escaped further persecution and was determined not to provide any reasons to be singled out further.

Emily stopped daydreaming and joined the end of the long line of women, her bucket on the ground in front of her. Guard Lee had not moved from her perch as she watched her charges approach, their exhausted movements a silent testament to the fact they had been worked adequately. These bitches deserved to be worked hard, each and every day of their life. It was the only thing they understood, the only thing they would ever be suited for and the only thing that would keep them from offending further.

"Bitches, collect your harness and get in position. Pig, empty the buckets."

Emily looked at Guard Lee, hostility evident despite her best efforts to remain neutral. She had worked her ass off. Picking up stupid fucking rocks and sticks - demeaning, stupid work. She had worked just as hard as any of these bitches, harder even as she had been completely naked: her feet sore from the hard baked ground, her skin hot from the constant attention of the sun. Despite this inner tirade, Emily collected her bucket and dutifully hobbled to the side of the field.

Her obedience was important, it was the key to her survival in Pentonbridge. She had known it would not be easy when she had realised what was necessary for her to get through this ordeal but she was being tested at every turn and, she had to admit, she was found wanting more often than not.

Emily moved as fast as she could, dumping bucket after bucket onto the pile of debris at the edge of the field. She had been exhausted by the day's work, and this last task was becoming too much. She staggered back to the tray after emptying her tenth bucket and saw all her fellow inmates waiting at the front of the tray.

They each wore a thick leather band around their waists. On each woman it was cinched tightly, pulling their jumpsuits in around their narrowed waists. Their hands were cuffed to the band at their hips and the band itself was attached to the large metal shaft that projected from the front of the tray. In a flash of clarity Emily understood the workings of the cart. The women were to be the means of propulsion. It was not waiting for a truck to come and haul it away, the prisoners were to pull it back to the prison. They were harnessed like a team of horses and Emily could not imagine how hard this would be at the end of such a tiring day.

"Hurry up pig, I am waiting for those buckets. These bitches need to be back in 14 minutes. They are really going to have to work to make that."

Emily dropped the empty bucket and grabbed the next in line. The naked girl waddled frantically across the field, conscious that she was now responsible for any delays. Could she be punished if the other inmates were late? Even if this were not the case, the attitudes of the women would be turned against her if she was the architect of their punishment.

Each time she returned with an empty bucket she could sense the nervousness and impatience of the other women. It was late in the afternoon, the sky a brilliant orange as the sun set behind the distant mountains. Guard Lee remained inscrutable behind her mirrored sunglasses, the inferno in the sky creating two blazing disks on her face.

Emily shivered as she glanced at the statuesque guard. She looked completely alien and made the young girl fear her even more, knowing even as she felt it, how irrational it was. The temperature had dropped noticeably but Emily still burned as if she had a fever. She was sure she was a little sunburnt, but it was mainly due to the intense physical exertion. She almost fell to the ground in relief when she returned the last bucket to the tray.

"Guard Lee Ma'am, this bitch has collected eighteen buckets," Emily gasped obediently.

"Pig, Sergeant Mailer will be by to pick you up. Go and stand at attention and wait for her," ordered Guard Lee before swivelling her seat forward. "Bitches, move out."

Emily watched as the seventeen inmates from D-wing leaned forward and took up the strain. She heard the snap of the cuffs and chains as each woman pulled. The wagon barely moved. The whip cracked across the back of an unfortunate prisoner but the tray barely moved. Inexorably the large wagon inched forward, moving across the field, gaining speed with each passing moment.

Emily marvelled that such a heavy object had moved at all. She was left standing alone in the field and quickly realised this was not where she was supposed to be. She ran across the field to the dirt road and found the spot where Sergeant Mailer had dropped her off that morning. It felt like a year ago, but could not have been more than 8 hours.

The naked girl stood alone on the dirt road, looking uncertainly around her. She brushed her dirty hair back off her face and waited. She adopted the revealing 'attention' position she knew was expected of her. She could see the imposing skyline of the prison buildings in the distance but there was not a soul to be seen. She had been abandoned in the field.

Emily looked around her, at the empty pasture, the mountains to her left and the sparse forest to her right. Could she run? She was naked, exhausted and marked with a collar, bellychain and a tag on her pussy. Was running really an option? She abandoned the thought, knowing she would not get very far and severe punishment was sure to be her only reward. So instead she waited.

She stood alone, miles from the nearest sign of civilisation, her naked body making her feel more vulnerable than ever. The cool air of twilight caused a wave of gooseflesh to ripple down her body. The sheen of sweat from her exertions was slowly drying, making her feel even chillier than the temperature warranted.

Minutes passed and the sun went down. The fading orange glow was slowly replaced by the soft wan light of the moon and stars. She could see the harsh lights around Pentonbridge in the distance, the strong sharp lines of the massive building seemed less imposing at this distance. Emily looked up at the sky, the thick band of the milky way, its millions of stars creating a ribbon of light across the darkness, a sight she had never seen.

Even after such an exhausting day of toiling like a slave in the field, of being abused both, physically, verbally and mentally she was still able to see beauty in the world around her. Emily looked back at the prison and wondered how long she would be left here. She would be able to see the cart coming a mile off, even the near silent electric engine would be noticeable in the still evening air.

She was standing here, in the middle of nowhere, for nothing. If she sat down, just for a minute, no one would know. She just had to be ready to jump up at the first sign of Sergeant Mailer. Emily mentally prepared herself to break position, she had all but convinced herself that she would not get caught, that there would be no repercussions.

As she steeled herself to rest her aching body, just to squat down for a minute or two, she admitted that she could not do it. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she realised that she was unable to break her position, the fear of being caught was too much to bear. She stayed on her feet, at attention, her hands behind her back and her shoulders straight back. She shivered in the darkness, disgusted with herself.

There was no one here, no one to see her. She desperately wanted to sit down but she could not break the command she had been given. Her cheeks were aflame with the deep shame she felt at being controlled in this way, at being so weak of will that she was doing what she was told, even though she knew she could not get caught. Emily had vowed, not 24 hours ago, that they may be able to hurt and control her body but they would never get to her mind. And yet here she was, unsupervised and still following orders like a trained dog.

She had no idea how long she had stood in the cool night air, begging for release. The naked girl smiled in relief when she saw the two small twinkling lights of the cart come dancing along the road towards her. She stiffened her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out in a wanton welcome for the approaching guard.

"Attention pig," bellowed Sergeant Mailer as the cart came to a skidding halt in front of the trembling girl. Emily's naked body was illuminated by the stark white headlights. "You look like you had fun today pig, covered in filth as usual, fucking degenerate bitch."

Not expecting a response, and not getting one from the broken girl, Sergeant Mailer attached the leash at the back of the vehicle to Emily's collar and moved back to the driver's seat. Emily was astounded that she was going to be expected to run behind the cart all the way to the prison. It had been bad enough in the daylight but in the darkness, exhausted as she was, there was no way she could make it.

Without another word the cart moved off and Emily stumbled along behind. It was quickly evident that the cart was not moving as fast as during the hellish journey to the field that morning. She was moving at little more than a slow jog, but in her current state it almost got the best of her.

Numerous times along the run she stumbled and almost lost her footing, pulling the leash tight at her collar. The ground before her was illuminated by the muted red aura from the small stoplights of the cart, giving her immediate surroundings a decidedly hellish appearance. Yes, Emily thought in despair, this truly is hell.

For what seemed like an hour she ran behind Sergeant Mailer, the prison looming larger and larger before her. She reached the parking lot soon enough and manoeuvred herself to one side as Sergeant Mailer reversed the cart into the allotted space. Emily was a mere spectator, her presence seemingly forgotten by the guard.

"Pig you lazy turd, what the fuck are you doing?"

Emily immediately brought her right knee up to her waist, beginning the prancing that she was supposed to do when left to her own devices. She went pale as she realised that the entire time she had waited in the field, she had stood still. She had not high-stepped once. Of course no one had known that, but she had not been doing it when Sergeant Mailer arrived. The fear of doing wrong, that was her constant companion, made her shiver with something other than cold.

Sergeant Mailer detached the leash from the cart and pulled the anxious girl away from the lot. They retraced the route they had taken that morning, but on this return trip not another soul was to be seen. The sergeant set a blistering pace and Emily struggled to keep up, the sharp gravel digging in to the tender flesh of her feet.

Emily sighed with relief when she was led through the chain fence and into the fenced off yard through which she had first exited the prison building, what seemed like weeks ago. Each moment she stopped for the sergeant to unlock a door or gate Emily pranced, her knees coming noticeably lower than her previous efforts. She hoped that Sergeant Mailer would not notice, she just did not have the energy to lift her legs so high.

She was led to the wall of the prison, where Sergeant Mailer attached her leash to a metal ring set into the wall. Emily stood, facing away from the wall and pranced as best she could. She was bewildered by why they had not gone inside the prison, fearful of what fresh degradation could be enacted upon her. She had been so close to getting back inside the prison, something she had never thought she would see as a goal.

The instant Emily saw Sergeant Mailer walking towards her she realised what was to happen. Despair hit her like a physical force, she could not control the sobbing that wracked her body and her prancing faltered.

A long hose snaked away from the pistol grip attachment in Sergeant Mailer's right hand. She was going to be hosed down like some dirty piece of machinery. Emily screamed as the first blast of icy cold water hit her breasts. The water felt as if it had come straight from the Arctic and she gasped as the air was forced from her lungs by the shock. No respite was given as the harsh jet of water was played across her body.

"Arms out to the side pig. You were not sent to Pentronbridge to enjoy yourself. Wallowing in filth might be your forte but it won't be indulged on my watch. Spread your legs wider bitch, no doubt that fat cunt is just as dirty as the rest of you."

Emily stood spreadeagled as Sergeant Mailer washed the hardened dirt and grime from her body. She gagged and spluttered as the harsh jet moved around her face. The sergeant seemed to keep the water on her face for an inordinate amount of time, much longer than was necessary to wash the thin layer of dust from her.

Emily could do nothing but to submit to the humiliating cleansing. Each time she moved her arms to protect herself, or to close her legs when the spray was directed at her sex, Sergeant Mailer bellowed at her. The sobbing, naked young girl could not help herself. She felt like a disobedient little girl each time she was corrected but the insistent pressure of the cold water was not something she could stand for long.

She turned around when ordered and the dirt and sweat was washed from her back. When the water finally stopped, Emily was a shivering, blubbering mess. She was left facing the wall, her arms and legs spread but trembling uncontrollably.

"Dry off pig, don't think you are getting inside my prison like that. No doubt you thought that filthy carcass was going in before. Yes, I can see the truth written all over that cockpig face of yours. I have never seen a bitch earn her D-wing assignment more than you, pig."

Emily began to wipe the water from her body. She used her hands, the only tool available to her, to push the droplets of water down her arms and legs. She barely touched her breasts, and totally avoided her sex, not willing to give Sergeant Mailer more fuel for another tirade.

"Pig, jumping jacks. I told you to dry yourself, not play with yourself like a whore."

Emily's sobbing resumed as she began jumping on the spot, throwing her legs and arms out wide. Why did she even bother? No matter what she did or how hard she tried she still did the wrong thing. Were the guards right after all? Was she really as stupid as they were telling her? Why was she always in so much trouble? Why had she been singled out for so much special treatment?

"Any fucking chance eh pig? No fucking shame whatsoever. I really can't imagine any woman willing to just go ahead and play with herself in front of a stranger. You are in prison pig. Honestly, what the fuck do you think is happening here? I can't fucking wait until you start re-education. Until then I will just have to do my best to impress upon you that Pentonbridge is not some sort of sex resort for perverted cunts."

It seemed to Emily that she was destined to fail, to be in a constant state of shame and fear, to be crying almost every moment. The water had all but dried from her body and she was feeling much warmer. The rigourous, tiring exercise she had been ordered to perform had done its job, a testament to the fact that her guards knew what they were doing. Was this just more evidence that she should listen to what she was told and simply obey without thought or question?

"Enough. Did you work hard today pig?" Sergeant Mailer asked as she released the leash from the wall.

"Yes Sergeant Mailer Ma'am," Emily gasped as she struggled to catch her breath.

"I expected a lie and your stupidity delivered. Dumb as a bag of hammers, pig. I have the report from Guard Lee. To add to the fact that you were late for work detail, you were lazy and exhibited a prediliction to shirk your labour in favour of fulfilling personal sexual desire. I thought that even someone as dumb as you would have been eager to make a good first impression,' lectured Sergeant Mailer as Emily could do nothing but hang her head in shame.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself because that is the only benefit this day will bring. You are the first inmate in quite a while who has failed to complete her first day of work. Unfortunately I have a feeling that you will be on D-wing for a very long time. However we must hold to the basic tenets of our system: an inmate's sentence is complete when the inmate is rehabilitated. We do not simply dole out arbitrary periods of time. Are you listening pig, this is important. Especially important for a dense cunt like you."

"Yes Sergeant Mailer Ma'am, I am listening," Emily replied despondently. She had toiled in the hot field all day. She had worked her ass off and it had all been for nothing? She was completely at the mercy of these clearly psychotic women. Her sentence would only be reduced if they deemed she had performed the appropriate activities. She had no recourse to an appeal, she had no voice. She had to accept her fate, obey and hope it would be enough.

Emily's anger at the unfairness of her treatment, at her wasted efforts of the day, was the only thing that prevented her from breaking down as she was finally led inside the prison. She would obey, but she would not like it. She would do what she had to do because she had to do it and not for any other reason.

She was in trouble, far more trouble than she had expected but all she could do was stay strong, retreat inside herself and try to get through this. So far she had been thwarted at almost every turn. What she needed right now was to talk to someone, have a proper conversation with another human being. Most of all she needed someone to say her name. If she could just hear someone say it once, outside of her own mind, she knew she could get through anything. She longed with all her heart to hear someone say it just once: Emily.