THE SEARCHER / CAMP OF ANGELS - PART 3
CHAPTER 5
Something was disturbing Rosemary's sleep, it was a nightmare she
surmised. Hot wires were eating her stretched writhing flesh alive and foreign
voices were shouting at her, ordering her to do things. Suddenly recollections
came flooding back and she knew this was not all a dream but a far worse
reality, that light was streaming into the womb-like seclusion of her box and
that harsh voices were indeed ordering her up.
She winced automatically expecting pain from her beating of the day
before but there was nothing and as she clambered off the now raised mattress
onto the cold floor she realised that her body had miraculously regained its
precious smooth, cream-like texture without any marks or weals!
"Up, up and out. Out, out into the gym and 'ten-shun," an Oriental
voice repeatedly screamed.
Automatically, such was the learning power of events yesterday, Rosemary
found herself standing rigidly to attention alongside over nearly thirty other
naked bodies formed into two rows. To her surprise, amongst the female beauty
were two nude men. To one side, she recognised the giant Arab, Garth, who had
so cruelly whipped her the day before, and then so deliciously and intimately
used his fingers. Beside him stood a short Chinese man, about 5ft tall. His
thick-set neck protruded from a sweat- stained khaki shirt partially open to
reveal rolls of quivering fat.
"Western prisoners form two lines facing each other space yourselves a
metre apart, backs straight no slouching, Miss Mitzie inspect soon," the Chinese
brute shouted. He swished a cane through the air to emphasise his orders until
there were two neat lines of naked rigid bodies.
They remained immobile as the minutes slowly ticked by. Rosemary cast
brief and careful glances at some of her fellow inmates, all were beautiful and
mostly she guessed in their late teens or twenties. There were however, a few
exceptions. The eldest was a fragile-looking woman with fine chiselled features
and long dark hair. She was a beauty of about forty but her nude body carried
no fat. Another woman, slightly younger, whose brown hair was pulled up into a
bun, wore large round glasses. It was to this latter woman that the Chinese
guard strolled.
"You been told about wearing glasses during parades Loopy," he asked in
passable English.
"Oh.... yes Sir, s-sorry Sir," the flustered woman stuttered in an
English accent, reaching up to remove her glasses but the fat Chinese man's hand
prevented her, gripping her tiny wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Western women remain at attention," he snapped, making her resume her
posture, his hands sliding and pushing against her back and stomach till she was
again rigid - although now trembling.
She nervously licked her lips as he slowly, lovingly, slid the glasses
from her face. They rested on a small, pretty snub nose and when removed,
revealed large soft brown eyes - wide with apprehension. Almost gently he swung
his arm back but it was travelling quite rapidly when the flat of his hand
slapped her forehand and backhand across the paleness of her face.
"Haahh," she gasped as the two red hand-prints sprung out across her
white cheeks, but remained immobile, her wide eyes trying to focus on her
grinning tormentor.
He carefully handed back her glasses.
"Put these on bed, return here and touch toes please."
"Please ... ," she implored, but his sharp look cut her short.
"You once a teacher I believe, I sure you know benefit of discipline,"
he smiled. "Now move," he lightly patted her buttocks, making them clench.
Needing no second bidding she scurried to and from her coffin-box,
sniffing back tears her breasts and bottom jiggling. Then she was bending over
before the grinning guard. Her bottom flinched involuntarily as the Chinaman
softly tapped the taut rounded flesh trembling in anticipation. It looked so out
of place to see a naked, elegant woman bending over to touch her toes before
such a slob.
"Legs straighter," he demanded.
The smooth curves of her nates tightened and thrust back still further
against his hand as she complied with the orders of her tormentor. He kept her
in that position, her hair cascading around her face, shivering slightly, for
around thirty seconds before beginning.
Crack!
"Argghh," she yelped as the echoes of the slap died away to leave a
broad hand print splayed across one buttock cheek.
Slap!
"Ooohh," she wailed, an equally demeaning slap cracking into the
tenderness of her other buttock.
"Stand attention again. Maybe you remember now Western cow?"
"Y-yes Sir," she whispered, biting back tears.
Rosemary could imagine a woman's natural shame of being spanked by the
brute being multiplied when publicly singled out.
The exceptions to the female majority were the two men standing just as
docile and rigid as the women. One standing in the line nearly opposite her was
a slim youth probably in his late teens or early twenties with shoulder length
blonde hair and handsome boyish features. The other was older and had a hairy,
muscular frame. Both showed obvious appreciation at the array of feminine
beauty surrounding them.
The two rows of shivering pink bodies took on an added rigidity as the
gladiatorial Miss Mitzie strode energetically into the room with Miss Wang.
None of those present would forget their first meetings with them on arrival, or
their subsequent thrashing - knowing it could be repeated at her will.
"Bellies in tits out," Miss Mitzie roared.
Every figure complied earnestly and immodestly. Their wide eyes stared
straight ahead, none wishing to meet those of the black demon as she scowled
down their ranks. Rosemary's natural will and spirit was crushed. She stood
unnaturally nude before the fully clothed black tigress, guessing that any
potential resistance from the others was being similarly held in check.
"Good morning angels, she enthused brightly, a grin displaying her array
of flashing white teeth."
"Good morning Miss Mitzie," the assembly responded as one, Rosemary and
Lindsey taking their lead from the others.
"You have all had your initial indoctrination in this intake over the
last day or two and, with the arrival our two newcomers here, Trixie and Dixie
the training programme will begin."
Rosemary cringed back as Miss Mitzie stood right before her strong black
hands reaching towards her soft jutting breasts.
"Stick em out girl, you don't hide em here - you display them." She
lightly slapped one orb to make it bounce, forcing a gasp from between her
clenched teeth.
The trembling blonde obediently thrust out her bosoms still further,
looking down apprehensively as the big black hands remorselessly held her
precious love fruit. Ensnaring their sensitive targets the hands looked like
long thick fingers of chocolate icing on two cherry-topped cakes.
"Trixie has firm tits boys and girls, don't you Trixie"?
"Y-yes Miss," Rosemary mumbled, averting her eyes to regard the floor.
"Bigger than Dixie's." Relief washed over her as the Negress moved on
to Lindsey and manipulated the Italian girl's breasts with glee. "I might want
to eat these one day, I've always liked dumplings, perhaps just take a few bites
out of them eh?" Her long tongue briefly darted out from her large lips to
tickle each erect pink bud, making the Italian girl shiver.
Lindsey looked equally as ashamed as Rosemary had felt at being fondled
before all of the others. The black fingers were again thumbing the red cones
of her nipples to an even tighter hardness. She guessed correctly that it was
Miss Mitzie's way of exercising and demonstrating her complete control over her
charges.
Then the Negress glanced at her Chinese assistant. Miss Wang was
standing before the slim blond youth, holding his manhood in delicate yellow
fingers.
"This display of tits and bums make you feel frisky Nancy"? the Chinese
girl whispered huskily.
"Yes Miss," he replied softly, subserviently as his manhood continued to
twitch and grow.
"Well, where you go you no worry about women, exactly the opposite isn't
it"?
"Yes Miss," he replied meekly but with a touch of bitterness Rosemary
thought.
"I see," continued Miss Wang now rubbing her hand over his smooth
hairless chest and sharp erect nipples, allowing his stiff penis to nudge her
body. "You look all you wish while train here but any more and you lose this
before you go," she laughed, casually slapping his member making him wince,
before moving on.
"You, Michelle, were a bit naughty when you first arrive but I think we
convince you now that stubbornness and disobedience no be tolerated haven't we?"
She held the penis of the thicker-set man, cupping his testes.
"Yes Miss," he responded immediately, looking down, obviously hoping
that she wouldn't squeeze his balls. He breathed deeply with a sigh of relief
when the youngster minced off.
Miss Mitzie meanwhile was standing behind two other unfortunates. One
was an older woman, with dark hair, and a other, a young blonde girl, with a
touch of arrogance in her pretty features. Her delicate pubis was hairless to
reveal every detail of her pouting sex. The hands of the Negress were stroking
over the rounded curves of each of their bottoms, making the cheeks flinch.
"You two have quite good upholstery girls," she pronounced smiling
broadly irrespective of the fact that the dark-haired woman was several years
her senior. Her hands caressed the soft curves of the woman's nates, patting,
making them clench uncontrollably. "Do you exercise to keep them in trim,
Slapper" she enquired holding the older woman's rounded cheeks, " because you're
no spring chicken are you girl," she continued?
"Yes Miss, No Miss," the woman replied softly, meekly, trying to answer
both questions, her face bright red.
"You've had two children I understand, yet hardly any sagging," she
regarded the flat belly and jutting breasts, oblivious to the woman's welling
tears invoked by reminders of her previous life. "Push that arse back towards
me, sit it down on my hand let me really feel it," she demanded, determined to
shame the oldest slave as an example to the others, tapping her cheeks.
The woman obediently leaned forward then awkwardly thrust and squirmed,
her soft buttocks humiliatingly pushing them into the broad black palm.
"Aaaghh," the woman's chiselled features broke with disgusted shock as
the fingers delved within her.
"Open up a bit, let me get a finger against the old rabbit hole. Hmm,
hot and furry," she commented crudely after the ashamed woman shifted her legs
apart. Black fingers probed into both of her orifices, making her wince
uncomfortably, her face crimson with shame.
"Mmm, getting hot, you'll enjoy your time here."
"Your turn now Tinkerbelle, I hope you're happy with the fanny plucking
I gave you last night."
Biting her lips in an effort to maintain control, the young blonde
flushed a deeper red and gasped as the Negress turned to her, fingering her
smooth sex lips, flicking her bottom. All the while she kept her other hand
hard against the brunette's buttocks. A spark of anger seemed to appear
momentarily across the young girl's pretty face as the woman fondled her
shamelessly, but it was immediately suppressed. The tormentor demanded that the
blonde similarly press her tightly rounded cheeks into her free hand and part
her thighs to show the detailed glory of her pouting sex.
"Hmm, opposite ends of the scale, young and blonde, old and dark, but
very difficult to tell which is which by touch. Two nice sets of upholstery,"
she announced, her black fingers disappearing obscenely between the two pairs of
clenching white globes. Then she withdrew her hands, slapping both sets of
cheeks to leave a red splayed handprint against both before moving on. She had
an eye on the clock now.
"We've a busy day ahead of us girls and boys so after I've explained a
few details we'd better get to it. Stand still, back to attention." Miss Mitzie
strutted up and down the lines as she lectured. "As you will already know, you
are here to be trained in the arts of obedience and love to serve your new
employers and owners. Some will also be used on the land, others just in the
bedroom, so we aim to knock your Western decadence out of you. To achieve this
and to keep this camp's good name in the trade, the standards are high and the
discipline stringent. You'll sometimes be divided into groups but, all
together for other activities. You already know the rule on addressing your
superiors respectfully, no talking without permission and no use of names. If
anyone's caught both those speaking and those listening will be punished," she
slapped her crop against her hand for emphasis, making every rigid figure flinch
apprehensively. "Punishments are either on the spot or at an evening
parade," she continued, every word etching deeper despair onto each face. "You
find yourselves here in most cases because of your greed, pride, dishonesty, or
stupidity. "Ultimately many of you also wanted to be entertainers and so you
would no doubt be disappointed if you didn't have the opportunity of putting on
a little show for the staff and guests before you eventually leave with your
temporary mentors. Over the next few days think about what little routine you
can each perform - everyone will take part."
A clanking sound heralded the arrival of the Chinese office assistants
who had initially greeted Rosemary and Lindsey. One deposited a bag of collars,
and cuffs on the floor, the other a pile of white dresses.
"You will all fasten the cuffs around your necks wrists and ankles,"
Miss Mitzie bellowed, "it makes it easier to restrain you when necessary. Do it
now, nice and tight - we will be around to expect them. Then we start the day
with some good old physical exercises. Mr Garth and Mr Ho will want you all
dropping to give me thirty press-ups, backs straight and kissing the ground with
each one. Fix collars and go."
Each 'angel' now had tired, trembling limbs, their bodies covered in a
film of sweat as they fought to control their breathing. Rosemary was sitting
up, hands clasped to her neck, the muscles in her aching belly, flip-flopping
with tension as she lowered back onto the floor again after twenty such
stomach-strengthening exercises. She then became aware of Miss Wang standing
between her thighs which she had to raise and splay immodestly wide in order to
lower her upper body up and down.
"Hold, no move."
The smirking young cow made Rosemary freeze her position halfway up from
the floor, the muscles of her stomach twanging with the effort. She patted the
shining, flat belly, feeling the tension, sensuously licking her victim's
perspiration from her fingers.
"This one look like lazy slut to me, she put in enough effort?" she
turned to Mr Ho inquiringly. "You think maybe she should have more?" the
squat Chinese man pondered, smirking.
"Well, she have look of someone who shirks," Miss Wang smiled into her
victim's pretty, straining face as she fought to hold the painful position.
"Very well, she can do ten extra," Mr Ho decided.
"Hmm, a lot of work to go to remove flab eh?" Miss Wang lied, winking at
the blonde. "Quite the whore aren't you," she added to Rosemary's shame by
peering at the pouting delights of her sex, her booted foot circling the mauve
lips. "Please do continue."
"Right bollock-chops," Mr Ho screamed at the blonde, kicking her flank,
seemingly annoyed that Miss Wang had to intervene, "let see some sweat."
Miss Wang smiled again at Rosemary's gasps, her despairing look before
her eyes squeezed shut with strain, before strolling on.
They had been bending, stretching running and squatting non-stop for a
full half an hour. And if they thought their tired bodies could perform no
more, such views were always reversed by Mr Garth or Mr Ho tapping their
shivering, aching flesh with their canes. Finally, thankfully under the
shouted screams and curses of the two men they all had to enter the communal
showers with initially ice cold water, making them all shiver and gasp, until
warmer water and soap was allowed. The blonde lad, Nancy, was immediately next
to Rosemary under the streaming water and she could see his admiring glances.
She too was not exactly turned off by his slim youthfulness and the rigid
indication of his feelings sliding across the cheeks of her soapy bottom.
Suddenly though a large brown arm fell across his whiteness.
"I hope you're not getting ideas pretty boy," boomed Mr Garth's deep
voice as he reached in to rub soap over the youth's hard white buttocks,
slipping a finger between them. "I think you'd better calm down and think about
how you will soon be pleasing others of your own sex," he laughed, holding the
shrinking penis in his hand and directing it away from Rosemary's body.
She could guess the boy's shame although she had no wish to compound it
by looking at his scarlet face. Seemingly though, she was in demand because the
other man, Michelle, was then beside her. Although he ostensibly ignored her
and made no contact she could see his eyes roving appreciatively over her
slippery, pink glowing curves. He wasn't at all bad looking she thought, better
than the slim youth, more masculine.
Attended by shouts and claps the showers were then turned off and the
trainees ordered to towel dry and dress. Their only clothing was the pure white
dresses, indeed making the women look like angels. The scanty material revealed
most of their cleavages and ended just below their buttocks, allowing their
bottoms to peek into view whenever bending or stooping. The two men had to wear
identical apparel.
"Get you used to being pretty eh," laughed Mr Ho at their obvious
discomfort.
Breakfast was an energy-giving yet plain and frugal affair. They all
ate from bare wooden tables in monastic silence. Each of them wore only their
dress, with the word 'Lavery' emblazoned on its back. No underwear was
permitted and their bottoms shifted uncomfortably on the cold, hard wooden
benches, the nearly transparent clothing doing nothing to prevent the visible
outline of their breasts and buttocks.
Then, after at last being allowed five minutes to perform their morning
ablutions in the long open line of cubicles they were ordered to form ranks and
march off.
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"Right, Western scum," Miss Wang trilled to the ranks of angels who were
standing under the hot sun, hands on heads, legs astride in the required manner,
" this our track where you take part in races."
They had arrived at a large tract of land at one side of the camp. She
marched them around the site, obviously the pride and joy of the camp, for a ten
minute tour pointing out various places of 'interest.' These included a large
circular track, the twin iron rails of which had a slightly narrower gauge than
the English railways. Its radius was, Rosemary guessed at least several
hundred metres across the grass of the oasis on which it stood, with numerous
loops of tracks running alongside and rejoining the main circle with points.
Six long straight tracks joined the main circular track at junctions, merging
gradually via points firstly into three tracks, two, and then onto the one main
track.
Set at the end of each lead-in track was a metal wagon, like an
open-topped stagecoach from the Wild West. Each was gaily painted in a
different colour and with its own individual number. Although pretty, they
looked heavy and forbidding on their iron wheels. Miss Wang pointed out the
luxurious black leather upholstered bench seat within each wagon with a more
austere, hard chair at the front.
"When you pull your passengers they must be carried in comfort. Each
wagon has harness system at front, into which you strapped," she smiled at their
despair, halting her apprehensive charges beside a large, roofed stadium. It
had tiered seats for at least a hundred onlookers. Several men and women,
including Miss Mitzie, lounged on the seats with binoculars trained on the
trainee angels whilst several armed guards patrolled the camp's perimeter.
"I afraid, little angels," Miss Wang sighed with mock sympathy walking
up and down the again rigid ranks of misery, "that we always think of better
positioning for the straight tracks which lead into main circle. This mean each
new intake of angels have to pull them up and relocate them before the races can
take place. For you," she screwed her eyes up against the sun's cruel glare,
"each track need be uprooted and moved 15 metres to left." She laughed at the
apprehensive looks flitting across every strained face. "Oh no worry, you be
instructed how to do by our maintenance engineer. I afraid though it very
physically demanding; it require teamwork and determination - two qualities we
try to instil in you. If track no pass inspection by engineer it redone - we no
want accidents do we?" she oozed concern. "You be divided into teams.
Although you swap around for other activities, for the wagons you remain in
those teams."
"Guests in stadium keen to see your wares on display." she pointed
briefly at the keen faces sitting in the shade. "They decide maybe whether they
want you in their charge? Of course, much hard work involved on railway and
everything must be done at double," she emphasised by demeaningly smacking
Rosemary's bottom. "Does lazy cow understand meaning of hard work?"
"Ow, yes Miss," Rosemary confirmed when, after receiving no reply Miss
Wang cruelly tweaked her nipple jutting through the thin dress. She wondered
miserably why the bitch always seemed to pick more on her, and when she would be
done with this horrible training and maybe be sent on to wherever Penny was?
Her tongue briefly touched her tooth, stiffening her resolve. She would put up
with whatever they threw at her until her time came for revenge.
"Each team have daily quota for number of track-lengths to relay," the
spiteful young girl was continuing. "Teams which move allotted amount for day
will not be punished!"
She smiled brightly, as their eyes scanned the seemingly impossible task
ahead of them, remembering the aspects pointed out to them on Miss Wang's tour.
They imagined unscrewing with giant spanners the huge bolts holding the track at
regular intervals to the sleepers. Then they must lift those heavy iron rails,
wrenching up the sleepers from where they were embedded in mother nature's
embrace, and carrying each one to its new location. It would then need settling
in at the right height, driving spikes into the earth with heavy mallets before
carrying and bolting the rails back onto their exact positions on the sleepers.
The lecture was interrupted by one of the angels, a young girl with long
brown hair whose beautiful body was shaking with sobs. Miss Wang's face screwed
up in rage as she strutted across to her.
"You - get a grip," she shouted angrily, twisting the girl's arm up
between her shoulders to bend her body back in a cruel arc of pain.
"Hah," the girl squirmed away, yelping, as the Chinese girl's cane
cracked around her legs. Then, suddenly, Miss Mitzie had left the stadium to
intervene between the two.
"The observers will be concerned about too much damage to the goods,"
the Negress hissed under her breath to her assistant before turning to the
weeping girl. She took the pretty, oval face in her huge black hands gently
raising her head until the wide frightened eyes were forced to look into hers.
"Your stupidity of stealing the wallet from the Arab businessman has
finally sunk in then, Laura?" she whispered almost gently to the girl.
"Hmphh, y-yes Mistress," the girl sobbed pitifully in a cultured English
accent.
"Never mind that you were a probationer policewoman back in England, or
that you thought the wallet had been abandoned," Mitzie crooned patiently,
stroking the girl's long soft tresses. "The owner caught you and was rightly
enraged to find money missing from it, whether you took it or not - who knows?
Unfortunately you made yourself responsible by your own stupid actions. You
know that the local police were about to throw the book at you and the key away
child?"
"Yes Miss," the beauty nodded miserably.
"I know this is all a shock, but if you behave it wont be forever - and
it can be enjoyable," she gave the slim waist a gentle squeeze. "Luckily for
you I just happened to be on the scene," Laura was unable to see the wry look
pass over Mitzie's face. "I was able to save you by offering this alternative to
harsh local justice, and certain loss of your job back home," she stroked the
sobbing youngster's hair like a concerned mother. "You did the right thing by
putting yourself in my jurisdiction and going back to your hotel with me to be
searched. That was a nice smart, sexy figure-hugging jeans and tank-top you took
off for me and packed in your case, giving me your watch and jewellery. It's
all held in safe keeping, and if you behave you'll maybe wearing them again
soon. You looked so pretty standing there in the all-together," she patted the
pert curve of the sniffing girl's bottom, almost like a doting mother," writing
to your friends that moving on by yourself. It was the right decision child,"
crooned Miss Mitzie, wiping the final tears from the wide brimming eyes.
She placed the girl's shaking hands back on her head before handing her
back to Miss Wang. The girl stifled her sobs, wiping her eyes and complied as
the Chinese girl continued her lecture.
"Thank you Miss Mitzie," Miss Wang resumed, glaring at Laura. "After
repositioning track you race wagons around it throughout next week or two, but
it not all be hard work," she smiled sadistically with gleaming white teeth, you
have other activities too! She consulted a notebook and read out the names
allocated to each team. Rosemary was nominated that day's shift leader of
'Blue' Team, which had five other members, including Lindsey and the male slave,
Michelle.
"You now be shown, by engineer, techniques for re-laying track. I
advise you listen attentively - not having sore bottoms depends on it," she
smiled sweetly, lightly patting the tight curve of Laura's behind. "Oh, but
first you please remove dresses - we no want them dirty and sweaty - and much
easier for your work. But you no work naked, each put on pair of these," she
indicated several piles of black leather thigh length boots, each marked with
its size, "to make digging easier. Now please," she clapped her hands, then
fingered the handle of her crop.
It felt so unnatural for Rosemary to publicly strip in the open air but,
like the others, there was no question of disobedience - they knew the
consequences. Their dresses formed a neat pile before they selected boots of
the appropriate size. Then they scurried back under Miss Wang's direction to
form four neat lines with hands clasped back on their heads. It felt even worse
to wear nothing but the long boots, almost flaunting and emphasising the bare
white flesh above them.
"Look at the tits on that!"
Rosemary blushed under the avid, piercing gaze of a group of guards who
stared at their shame, making obscene comments. Part of her longed to plead with
the Chinese girl not to make them do this, or to just run away - but she knew
the futility and danger of that. She saw that the watchers in the stadium had
also suddenly took a renewed interest in them - their potential property. She
felt the colour rising in her face as the observers leaned forward, the lenses
from their binoculars glinting in the sun. Wearing just boots she felt like a
whore. But something of the exhibitionist surfaced in her. Having no choice
but display herself she decided with an inner smile to give them a show.
Squaring her shoulders, she thrust out her breasts almost proudly until she saw
the effect it was having on the blonde boy, Nancy, and also that the obnoxious
Mr Ho was sauntering over. She relaxed, not wishing to unduly attract the
creep's attention.
"I make good engineers out of you eh?" his piggy eyes glinted over the
array of beauty.
"Yes Sir," they whispered respectfully, there was no other possible
response.
"You gonna' try digging with this?" the Chinese slob chuckled, obscenely
holding Nancy's swinging erection.
"No Sir, sorry Sir," he winced as the Chinese flicked it contemptuously
into shrinking.
Mr Ho took a languid swig from a bottle of iced beer before beginning
his instruction. So natural, but it brought home to Rosemary the true reality
of her predicament. Such a simple act under the heat of the morning sun was, for
her, now totally impossible and forbidden. She licked her lips, the well of
self-pity deepening within her, but also her determination.
Mr Ho showed them the tools they would use, how to undo the rails, the
new location to move their particular lengths, and the approximate size of the
footings to accommodate the sleepers. They would have to use angle irons to lay
the sleepers square so that the pre-drilled holes lined up with those on the
rails.
"Each team racing against each other, team leaders report to me,
respectfully, when ready for inspection of each length. Go - run," Mr Ho blew a
whistle.
Rosemary grunted under the effort as she picked up her tools. Like the
others she had to carry her own pickaxe, spade and long metal spanner. As she
groaned under their combined weight she ground her teeth in anger at the murmur
of excitement and appreciation from the watchers in the stadium. Her body
jiggled as she struggled with the awkward implements to her team's rail-head
signified by a flag bearing their team colour.
Sweat pooled in her eyes and plastered her long hair as she strained
with her team under the hot sun to firstly undo the large tight bolts securing
the rails to the sleepers. She encouraged them to exchange whispered names and
brief details. It had became fundamentally important to at least know who they
were.
Lindsey apart, Rosemary's Blue Team, were all English. Loopy, the
teacher who wore glasses, was called Lynne. Her husband had swindled his
employers in an Arab bank. Together they had tried to cover it up and she had
ended up here by virtual blackmail. A buxom dark haired girl in her twenties
with flashing eyes was called Flasher, her real name being Kate. Her sadistic
and cruel ex-boyfriend had persuaded her to sign up simply to clear his debts!
In addition to Laura, the probationer policewoman who had been nicknamed Copper,
was Michelle. His real name was Mark, a thirty year old who had crossed the
rich wife of an Arab businessman. However, in response to Rosemary's
desperate, whispered, entreaties, none had any knowledge of her sister.
How could they know that Miss Mitzie, relaxing under the shade of the
stadium, knew what was going on in virtually every team. Ostensibly depriving
the Angels of their real names was a deliberate ploy. It kept any subversive
energies occupied in that direction by letting them think they had achieved some
major objective - which was in fact quite worthless. All of the angels had
transgressed the law in some form or other. When and if they were released none
would be too anxious to talk about their experiences or who else was being held.
The filmed footage of their various activities in the camp, not all as innocent
as track-laying, would ensure their ashamed silence!
Soft feminine hands more used to holding the chilled slender stem of a
wine glass, or sliding over a computer keyboard, now frantically grasped the
course iron handles of huge spanners. Muscles which normally would expect to
exert themselves no more than in a gym or tennis court were having to strain to
turn unyielding metal nuts, lift heavy rails and prise up heavy wooden sleepers
from the seemingly magnetic clutches of the earth.
Having removed the first rail, the six straining Blue team figures
lifted, as one, the thick wooden sleeper, grunting and gasping, carrying it to
the new location. The women might be used to some little gentle gardening but
never had they had to frantically dig with heavy spades, working against time,
trenches for the heavy wooden planks, hoping they were in the right positions,
measuring the required depths and angles. After frantically bedding in the
sleepers, the metal rails came next, laying them down, lining them up, cursing,
straining and bolting them up. It was backbreaking work to a tight deadline.
Swinging the heavy hammers, the shock of contact reverberated through their soft
bodies. Sinews creaked as they tightened them evenly.
A drink, or indeed several, would have most welcome but such luxuries
were denied them. A team could gulp tepid water from an old oily barrel, but
only after each length of track had been approved by Mr Ho.
Rosemary and her team looked at each other. Had they got it right or
simply slogged away wasting their time? The guards were only in the background
to ensure no one tried to escape, not to offer advice. The entire
responsibility was down to each team, also to not waste time and complete the
work quickly in order to avoid the punishments of not meeting the quota. Now
came the crunch. It was time to summon the Chinese brute to see if the first
length had been laid correctly.
With only him to check the work of all the teams there could inevitably
be some delay. They could see that one team had already had a length of track
inspected, and rejected. They were working on it again. Another seemed to have
been successful with their first length. As Mr Ho again reclined in the shade
that team greedily drank water from the barrel before undoing the next length of
rail.
"Go for it, quickly!
"OK, keep your glasses on 'Miss'."
Rosemary had bitten back a worse retort. Knowing that Lynne was just
reacting to the pressure they all felt. She began running, as instructed,
towards Mr Ho's hammock under an awning. Having to ignore her bouncing flesh
and the cheers from the crowd, it fell to her to reach him before the fourth
team could get someone there first.
The fat slob lay back sipping cool beer from a bottle. Again it made
Rosemary unconsciously lick her lips. She was parched and drooling for
something alcoholic. The last time she had seen that particular brand of beer
had been a couple of short weeks ago when she and Damien had drunk the golden
nectar from similar bottles in the garden of a Kent pub. She had crossed and
uncrossed her long tanned legs under the tiny white miniskirt she wore, drinking
in the admiring male glances.
She remembered that shortly after that drink she had been as naked as
she was now. Not publicly, and before a leery Oriental creep though, it had
been Damien's bronzed hulk which had gleamed in the twilight alongside hers. A
delicious shudder went through her as she recalled his hands on her as she sat
on the front passenger seat of his new red sports-car her satin smooth legs
spread wide, feet braced against the roof. She remembered him kneeling before
her his rigid hardness dipping deep into the melting honey-pot of her eager sex,
his smooth hands kneading her tight breasts... .
Then a shout from her colleagues in Blue team brought her back to the
hideous current reality and a naked blonde from the fourth team racing with
wildly bouncing breasts towards Mr Ho.
"Please Sir," Rosemary bowed deeply, as previously instructed, before
him, trying to forget those thoughts of a previous life, her fists clenched with
anxiety, "Blue team for inspection."
At first he ignored her fluttering anxious blonde charms. He was
obviously sitting quite comfortably under his shade with a cool drink, and would
probably have preferred not to have gone out again into that hot sun. However,
finally looking up, his small eyes travelled greedily over her lush nudity.
The intense stress she was under would have been obvious to him. Her
darting, wide eyes implored him to speed, neat white teeth biting down onto full
red lips, slim yet grubby fingers digging painfully into her hands to leave
white marks in the soft skin. The look in her face, and those of the other
slaves waiting by the track in her team, was testament to the punishment they
could expect if the track failed inspection, and they subsequently failed to
meet their quota.
"I used to mend washing machines. This better though," he relaxed on
the hammock, still in no hurry to get up. "It good to have pretty Western girls
running up to me, showing their wares," he smirked, taking another swig from the
bottle. "You understand? You appreciate?"
Indeed, Rosemary hung attentively on his every word, nodding earnestly.
The slobbish brute was responsible for pain, or lack of it. No matter how much
she wanted to slap him, kick him off the hammock, she was desperate for him to
come with her and dare not ignore or hassle him.
"Blue Team you say," he toyed with her, smiling at her exasperated
breathing and the way it made her breasts rise and fall, "where is that?"
"Over ... over there, Sir," she brought her panting breath under
control, pointing with a shaking hand.
"You're a pretty girl, nice firm body, nice tits."
"Oh, er yes Sir, thank you Sir."
She could have screamed, she wanted to be sick, but daren't. If only
the lumbering bastard would hurry but he seemed to have all the time in the
world. And indeed he did, pressure and pain was reserved here only for the
angels.
"Stand closer to me girl and open your legs wide, let me see more of
you," his oily voice purred.
Momentarily her eyes flashed and contemplated refusal or even lashing
out. Only a few days ago she had shouted at a Greek man at Heathrow who had
dared to pinch her pert bottom. Her eyes slits of anger she had slapped him,
only relaxing at the sight of his pathetic figure scurrying away. However, that
was many miles and a million years away from the world she was now in. Now,
even thinking such thoughts was dangerous because it delayed a response and
invited punishment. Biting her lip even harder she reluctantly shifted her legs
apart before the beast.
"More missy, I want see your lips wink at me. Open wide and point it at
me - bend legs, thrust it. Wider ... wider."
Stomach heaving, she parted her legs fully wide bent her knees and
pushed her hips towards him, just like a whore. She felt a twang of almost
excited promiscuity at what she was having to do - but if only it wasn't before
such a hideous creep. He wanted her total shame and surrender. She saw his
piggy eyes feasting on her pink womanly secrets and then, horror of horrors, one
of his hands stroked her belly and fingered her dainty pubic bush. Like a slug,
a finger trailed over the outside of her sex lips. This was nothing like the
sensuous touch yesterday of Mr Garth. This was a blatant assault by a horrid
slob - but one who controlled her. Involuntarily her hips wriggled, in contrast
was the tension of her jawline and fists balled by her side. It made him
snigger, whilst she just wanted to cover her breasts and tear his slimy fingers
from the invasion of her body.
"I see, well we'd better have a look then, this one's getting
impatient," he nodded at the girl from the other team waiting anxiously for his
inspection. She was the slim teenage blonde, Tinkerbelle, who, according to
her team's whispered exchange of information, was Elaine, a haughty Sloane
Ranger who had crossed one too many influential Arabs and found herself on the
wrong side of a Lavery contract. Elaine's bright blue eyes first widened at
Rosemary's blatant, inviting pose, then crinkled in mocking amusement before
switching back to the impassive expression which was always safest in this
place. Her small breasts heaved with impatience as she now stood eye to eye
with the Chinese.
"Mr Ho ... , Sir, we're ready too, just over there," she pointed,
trying to jump the queue.
"You too tall Titty-Tinkerbelle, need to come down a bit," Mr Ho
demeaningly squeezed her ripe young boobs, glaring when her hands twitched as if
to snatch his away. Infuriatingly for the girl he had totally ignored her
quest. "I think I have you squat, hands on head, down there till I get back,
no-one wants to see you."
Although glad at her, literal, put-down, for a heart-stopping moment,
Rosemary thought the girl's fiery spirit would provoke a reaction, thus maybe
causing grief and delay for her too. It was thus with both satisfaction and
relief that she saw the spark of anger in her eyes diminish under control as she
slowly clasped her neck and squatted, incongruously out of sight beside a fern.
The girl's legs were now as wide as hers had been, displaying hairless, girlish
sex lips.
"Good girl, little Tinker, I be back soon, you piss if you want while
squatting," Ho chuckled. He condescendingly patted her blonde head, making her
wobble on splayed legs, before strolling off behind Rosemary, ogling her swaying
hindquarters as she marched ahead of him with stiff swinging arms - as required
by the rules.
As they must, the six naked slaves stood rigidly to attention in a line
as Mr Ho meticulously inspected the track ... before failing it.
"No, no, this no good eh," he wagged his finger at the sagging line of
humanity who now had to contemplate more fruitless work, "you no listen to my
instructions."
Whilst more precious minutes ticked by he took Rosemary and dark-haired
Kate by their hands, leading them like a grandfather with young children to the
faulty areas. His hand pushed down their spines making them bend to look.
"You see, bad joints there, and there - not properly lined up.
Understand?"
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," they hissed dejectedly. Despite their
teeth-clenching frustration, both Rosemary and Kate grovelled in the manner they
guessed was required trying to ignore him stroking and patting the taut curves
of their bottoms, patting them condescendingly.
"You understand why you need do again? Too sloppy."
"Yes Sir," it was a joint whisper. Downcast, all of the team were
impatient to get on the their tasks rather than be lectured like children.
Finally, tutting, he lumbered back to his drink in the shade and
Elaine's, still squatting, form. "
Oh shit, I cannot - just cannot do it all again without a drink," Laura
began sobbing until Rosemary turned on her, shouting.
"Look, were all f---ing tired but ... ." Rosemary, with an effort reined
in her temper and got a grip as she placed her arm around the youngster's
sobbing shoulders. "Sorry Laura I'm bushed too. I'd die for a drink - but we'll
probably do just that unless we get this right. Chin up babe," she wiped the
large, tear-filled eyes, stroking a few stray strands of hair from her sticky
brow, assuming a similar role here as she had with Penny.
"Trouble? Copper again?"
They jumped, startled at the sudden appearance of Miss Wang.
"No, no Miss it's OK we've just got to reposition this track," Rosemary
explained.
"I see ... quite sloppy it look to me," the spiteful young girl yawned
as she briefly regarded their handiwork. "However, I more interested in your
control of team and discipline. Firstly, from now when you speak me on site
here I want you bow first to show respect. Do it."
Rosemary could feel the tension and pressure rise within her. It would
be so easy to lash out and the smirking Oriental bitch. She had a job to do, a
back-breaking job against a deadline, and the grinning cow just stood there
relaxed. Again Rosemary controlled her temper and frustration. The girl had
power and authority on her side whilst she had nothing; she stood humbly naked
before the youngster. Clenching her teeth she bowed to her tormentor.
"Lower, and you too Copper, both hold position till I say."
Fists clenched Rosemary bowed deeply from the waist, seeing Laura do the
same, her gaze focused on the Chinese girl's elegant dress, such clothing which
was now denied her.
"That better," came the mocking voice, "but I believe I witness
discipline problem with Copper - she object to working on rail?"
"Oh no Miss," Rosemary remained looking down, "she was just thirsty, we
are OK, we know what we have to do."
"I not sure you appreciate your role as team leader and keeping team in
order Trixie. In my opinion local discipline needed - from you. Unless you
want question my judgement I think you get Copper touch her toes, before you
smack her naughty bottom. Now!"
Unbending, Rosemary looked up at Laura. Desperately the youngster was
scanning the stadium, as if looking for help.
"Miss Mitzie having midmorning drinks if you want to know - no longer
interested in you. I in charge for now." Do you both disobey?" she smiled
sadistically.
"Better do it babe," Rosemary instructed her pretty, dark-haired victim.
Ashamed of herself, she tried to ignore the tiny warm bubble of power,
to which she was here so unaccustomed, which briefly coursed her veins as the
beautiful youngster stood before her, breasts heaving. Brushing back the dark
hair from her innocent, distraught yet still pretty, heart-shaped face she bent
over, the perfect spheres of her bottom thrusting and tightening.
Such a girl had no place here. Rosemary could imagine her victim
dancing in tight miniskirts and short dresses. She would be more used to
clubbing, clutching a mobile phone in one hand and a beer in the other, laughing
with girlfriends, enjoying herself; would-be boyfriends attentive and eager.
The girl should be simply enjoying herself and life - rather than enduring this
hell at the behest of these sadists. Closing her eyes, Rosemary knew she must
keep her head and her sympathy for Penny and herself.
Briefly Rosemary wondered if Penny had been made to bend over in similar
circumstances, naked, tired and thirsty before the Chinese bitch. Maybe Penny's
team had slaved to move the same tracks into their current position, and now she
had to move them back? Grinding her teeth in frustration and anger, shutting
down that train of thought, she lifted her hand.
"I suggest you first gauge target," interrupted their hateful
tormentor's sing-song voice, extracting every drop of anticipation and
frustration and control from the situation. "A couple of pats to accustom flesh,
then ... let say three spanks. Hard ones or you both get more."
That guilty bubble of power again floated through Rosemary's belly as
she tapped the taut flesh, feeling the girl's bottom contract, feeling the heat
rising in her own loins. The skin was silken soft, satin smooth hot, yet cool
in the cleft where her fingers rested. How could one deny a certain amount of
pleasure at such actions? Briefly she had gained a slight insight into the
pleasure that she herself must have recently given others.
Slap!
"Ooooh!"
Her hand stung from the impact and she tried to imagine how Laura's
bottom must feel under the red imprint, trying also to rid her thoughts of any
pleasure in the act.
"No hard enough, that no count," came the voice they most hated in the
world. "Three more proper slaps please, and keep legs proper straight, wider
apart, grip ankles tight Copper."
Laura slumped slightly before obeying the Chinese girl's command.
Slap!
"Haaagh, please."
Rosemary's hand had cracked hard against the under-curve of the taut
bottom with a sound almost like a pistol-shot. Briefly the girl's hands
detached themselves from her ankles and she half straightened, raising her
tearstained, imploring eyes, before she again assumed the position under the
gentle but firm pressure of her hand on her the curve of the back.
After three hard spanks Laura's bottom was red with pain. Both she and
Rosemary bowed before the instigator of their torment.
"Barely good enough, I think this need reporting in punishment book.
You agree Michelle?" the youngster turned disdainfully towards the male Angel.
"Yes Miss," Mark bowed before the girl who held all the aces.
"I see you still have bad tendencies," she giggled whilst holding his
growing erection in cool slim hands. "Maybe you like see girls spanked, yes? Or
maybe you don't believe in discipline?"
"I - I don't know Miss." He was obviously in an impossible position.
"Bollocks - 'boy'," she spat viciously, "I think you spend too much
energy thinking about that. You toss off - now. Get it out system. If not
done in thirty seconds you go in book too and hold up rest of team."
Like the others, standing to attention before him, Rosemary tried not to
look directly at the red-faced Mark as his hand began sliding rhythmically over
his erection. Nevertheless, out of curiosity maybe, her eyes were drawn
magnetically to his jerking hand. Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening at
the sight of the large throbbing stub of flesh straining away from his belly.
Miss Wang had no such inhibitions and looked on with open amusement as his
breathing deepened, the tendons in his neck standing out, his knob turning a
deeper purple. Then she offered him fresh torment.
"I wonder if your wife might enjoy it here, little bollock boy?" her
eyes held a glint of cruelty as Mark's mouth dropped open and he interrupted his
pounding rhythm. "Oh yes, she might soon be heading for Hassan for visit and
you made serious enemies out here. Who knows if she might break law out here...
."
"Please ... ," he implored the diminutive young sadist.
" Silence!" Miss Wang snapped. "Continue, and while you do, think of her
standing here naked maybe in a few weeks time after you go, working, servicing
Mr Garth? Such a pretty little thing - I see photos of her." She smiled again
at the gamut of emotions crossing his face before he jetted forth his white
man's burden.
"That better eh, big boy?" she mocked.
"Yes, thank you Miss." It was a barely audible whisper. They could
imagine his shame at being forced to so perform before them and at the behest of
a slip of a youngster. And in addition would be the mental turmoil at the
thought of his wife possibly being made a captive here too.
Contemptuously staring into his downcast eyes, the Chinese girl ground
her heel into the small white puddle on the ground, obliterating the offering he
had been forced to provide her.
"That get rid of that bollock-rubbish. Carry on," Miss Wang, minced
away. Rosemary briefly touched Mark's muscled shoulder. With a brief smile she
tried to give him as much sympathy as she had left available in this hell hole.
Then, wiping her brow she joined the others in bending her aching back to undo
the bolts they had so recently tightly secured, knowing they had probably lost
about five or ten minutes whilst being tormented by the bitch.
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Half an hour later Rosemary was again standing before Mr Ho. The
regulation bottle of beer rested on his huge pot belly and a cigarette hung from
his mouth. She had to swallow her pride and disgust, they didn't matter; there
was no choice anyway. She wouldn't normally have given the likes of him the
time of day, but now she needed him, the team did. She needed him more than
anything else in her life at that moment.
"Please Sir, Blue team for re-inspection," she bowed.
"Sit on lap while I finish cigarette, " he growled.
Again there was no choice - none at all. She simply wanted to get this
brute to look at the track and be rid of him instead she had to sit daintily on
his huge lap while he pawed her curves, giggling to himself.
"Name?"
"Ro- Trixie Sir," she whispered correcting herself, trying to ignore his
laugh. She must get back to the rails and her team.
"Married? Children?"
"What? Er, married, no-no children - yet." Forgetting herself at such a
personal question, she bit her lip, fighting back a tear at the intrusion into
her life, not wanting to cry in front of this creep.
"You forget how you address me I think Trixie - naughty," he rumbled,
cruelly capturing one of her generous breasts, pinching the nipple till she
screamed. Her hand tried to pry his loose from her sore morsel of flesh.
"No, no," he grinned, his head shaking slowly. "Hands on head, sit back
so arse hang over my lap. Spread legs wide, wider ... wider," he insisted till
satisfied with her blatant exposure. "I feel of your c--t."
Rage and revulsion swept through her but after tensing herself to hit
him - her eyes flashing angrily, she took a deep breath. Managing to maintain
control she positioned herself obscenely as he directed. She tried to think of
the track, would it pass? Would they meet their quota? What was Damien doing
now? Anything to take her mind off the reality of those grimy hands. They
crawled so slowly over the curve of her bottom jutting over his lap whilst his
slobbering mouth fastened on her breasts. The harsh roughness of his stubble
rubbed her sensitive orbs, spittle dribbled down them, his large teeth nipped
and chewed the morsels of flesh so brutally.
She longed to claw his eyes out as he jiggled her bosoms and pinched her
bottom crudely; instead her hands remained clasped obediently on her neck. When
she felt the hand move from her breasts to slide up her spread thighs to her
open womanhood she was unable to prevent a shudder, her natural womanly
instincts tensing and closing her thighs slightly.
"Naughty girl, Trixie, open them up, like you did before. I want to
smell it waiting for me."
At first she opened her eyes wide in appeal, but it was wasted totally
on the brute. He was seemingly oblivious to, or more likely simply enjoyed, the
shame he inflicted. Slowly she parted her thighs, feeling a large finger
pushing inside her. It went between the ripeness of her sex lips, right into
her. Then sickened even further, she felt a finger from his other hand pushing
into her anus. She had always hated being touched there, let alone by such a
vile creep.
"Ughh. Please ...Sir," she whimpered, wriggling, her tight passage
contracting in a useless attempt to prevent the invading digit. It filled and
stretched her horribly until she felt his fingers two fingers must surely meet
within her.
How he seemed to enjoy the look of revulsion in her face as he pushed
into the tight rubbery resistance of her bottom. Then her shame was multiplied
as another finger, stirred her sleeping clitoris, producing a little reluctant
moisture and heat.
"Juicy eh?" he laughed, delving further within her.
Her mouth opened wide, hips wriggling, but she kept her hands clasped on
her neck. He seemed to have all the time in the world. She had given up all
hope of being released to have the track checked when Mr Ho's radio crackled to
life and she heard Miss Mitzie's voice. Although not able to hear the words she
guessed that Mr Ho was being urged to both literally and metaphorically pull his
finger out! Throwing away the butt of his cigarette he pushed Rosemary from
him and told her to march back to Blue team.
The bastard made them sweat. Lined up rigid and still, he walked down
their ranks poking and prodding them with a nicotine-stained finger, lecturing
them. Lindsey made a first mistake of flinching away from the hand fingering
her heaving boobs.
"Please - is the track all right?" she implored.
"F---ing tart, I do when ready," he snarled, first slapping a breast to
make it bounce, then grabbing and squeezing her chin in a cruel grip. Her
second mistake was in so reacting within earshot Miss Wang. The young girl
looked coldly at her, jotting down a note, strolling across. Groaning, they all
bowed obediently.
"I regret discipline in this team fall apart," the instigator of their
pain stated with no obvious regret whatsoever. "I think you know what you must
do?" she captured Lindsey's wide brown eyes with her own.
Obediently, shoulders sagging despondently, the beautiful Italian girl
walked to Rosemary, parted her legs slightly and touched her toes, hair
obscuring her tense face. Desperately trying to avoid more gloating orders from
the Chinese witch and thus waste more time Rosemary diligently targeted and
patted the firm globes presented before her. She felt the gentle pubic tickle
from the girl's sex lips against her palm. Again she tried to banish the
frisson of pleasure at the touch. Was she a closet sadist or lesbian she
wondered?
She wondered how many others could truthfully admit to having no such
feelings, no matter how tiny, when being obliged, without choice or fear of
responsibility and thus guilt, to do such things; having a beautiful woman so
positioned before her. Resolving her dilemma she decided that such feelings
must certainly be dormant to some degree or other in everyone and would surface,
no matter how unwanted, under the right circumstances. There but for the grace
of God etc!
"Good, Western slut learn something then," came the Oriental sneer.
"This time though I think two on bottom, two around face. Hard ones."
Crack! Crack!
Lindsey gave a clenched teeth hiss under Rosemary's hand on her buttocks
but otherwise managed to contain herself. Then she stood to attention, her eyes
screwed shut in anticipation of the next blow. Rosemary knew this would be
harder. Spanking a bottom had in a way almost lighthearted sexual connotations
but slapping a face was, to her, somehow more personal. However, again she had
no alternative. The luxury of choice rested solely with the evil Chinese bitch
at the moment. Briefly she wondered whether her Penny had suffered similarly
at the girl's hands. She longed to throttle her, wring the truth out of that
smirking face, find her sister - now. That was a dream. The reality was before
her; she must slap the waiting, twitching cheeks of her friend.
Smack!
Rosemary almost stepped back anticipating a reciprocal blow - as she
might reasonably expect if slapping a woman. Instead of course, Lindsey remained
in position, one cheek as red and smarting as those of her bottom.
Smack!
"Haah," Lindsey rocked slightly from the second teeth-rattling slap,
sniffing back the tears welling from her now wide eyes.
"Hmm, maybe some progress, but it no offset poor discipline I find
here," Miss Wang muttered as she wrote in her book of pain.
After treating them to a belch, Mr Ho joined in by mentioning that
Rosemary had been slow and tardy in obeying his orders when requesting the
inspection. That also went down in the girl's book.
However, the brute could in reality now find no fault with the track and
he initialled an approval slip. Now varying his routine by giving a loud fart
he patted Kate's shapely backside before wandering back to his shady hammock.
Rosemary almost cried with relief. Then she realised just how quickly
her priorities had changed. Would she have believed anyone just two days ago if
they had said she would have felt such pleasure in laying a stupid length of
metal to the satisfaction of such a gross beast?
A glance at the camp clock showed the team that they were well behind
schedule. Thirsty and tired they ducked their heads into the tepid yet
life-giving water in the barrel. Long white limbs flailing they each drank
greedily before trotting back to start on the next length of track.
TO BE CONTINUED
