Pentonbridge Pig

Chapter 23. Harnessed Potential

"Pig, grab a harness and take up your position. You will assume position 16."

Emily jumped, startled by the sultry tones of Guard Lee in her ear. She had not noticed the guard's presence, something she quickly admonished herself for. It was that lack of awareness that could earn her time in room 303. She quickly weighed up whether to ask where the harness was or spend a few moments attempting to deduce it for herself. She needed to rely on her own wits, she decided, unsure whether her request to speak would even be granted.

It took her an agonising moment of inactivity to scan the garage and spot the harnesses hanging from pegs along the back wall. She rushed over, removed one and straightened it out. It seemed rather straightforward but she did not want to make the mistake of assuming anything.

She scurried back to the wagon, always conscious of how her haste made her breasts bounce and sway as if they had a life of their own. Her nudity was a constant burden that she wished with all her heart would soon be rectified. She dearly wanted to wear the drab grey overalls that she had been issued with. She looked back with disdain on her flippant appraisal of the garment upon her arrival. At this moment she would have given up all her designer dresses for that one bland piece of material.

Emily stepped into the empty position at the end of one of the crossbars and slipped the thick leather belt around her waist. There were only three holes in the belt and she chose the third one in the line, tightening the belt around her waist, cinching the soft flesh of her belly. She slid her hands into the cuffs attached to the side of the belt and stood at attention, waiting for Guard Lee to finish her harnessing. She was lucky that the woman next to her had been issued a uniform that fit her, perhaps a little too tightly. It had allowed Emily to see that the cuffs had not been tightened around the inmates wrists and the large metal D-rings that projected from the front of the belt had not been attached to the bar.

"Right bitches, attention," ordered Guard Lee, though every inmate was already standing in the correct position, awaiting the final touches to be applied to their restraints.

Emily watched the new guard start at the front of the wagon and quickly and efficiently harness each prisoner. When it was Emily's turn she was surprised by the speed at which she was secured. A sharp tug on each wrist cuff was all that was needed to finalise the restraint. Emily was dragged forward as Guard Lee grabbed the first D-ring on her belt and slipped it into a clip on the bar. The second ring followed a moment later and the guard moved on to the next inmate. The whole process had taken five seconds at the outside. Emily was now harnessed into the wagon, unable to free herself and unable to do more than move her hands forward a few inches to grasp the thick metal bar to which she was attached. If she stumbled or fell she would simply be dragged through the dust until she regained her feet. So don't stumble or fall dumbass, she quipped, her attempt at humour edged with real worry.

"Move out bitches," yelled Guard Lee from her perch atop the wagon.

Emily followed the lead of the women around her and grabbed the bar, leaning all her weight into it and pushing with all the energy she had. She was surprised to feel the wagon move straight away, slowly at first but before long she was trotting along fast enough to make her sweat.

As had happened earlier that morning when she had been forced to run behind the cart driven by Guard Swanson her unfettered breasts bounced and bobbed with abandon. She had no control over her body and had to suffer the ignominy of her breasts bouncing to her steps. She knew she was the object of attention from her fellow inmates but she could do nothing about that. She tried to focus on her running and her breathing, the only two things that would allow her to get through this ordeal unscathed.

Was it simply the novelty of having a naked woman work alongside them? She was the only naked girl among so many clothed women after all. Or was it that her slim body and pert breasts provided the perfect fodder for sexual fantasies for the lesbians among them? Or was their continued scrutiny simply because she was the filthy cunt who liked to eat shit and to have sex with animals and, who it seemed, chose to work naked? Emily tried to ignore the other inmates and focus on her running but she knew by now she would not be successful. No matter how hard she tried her thoughts seemed to turn inevitably in upon herself and more often than not they focused on the sexual aspects of her incarceration.

She tried to distract herself by taking in the breathtaking landscape through which she travelled. They had already passed through the gravelled wasteland that surrounded the prison yards and had moved into the fields in various stages of cultivation. She recognised wheat and corn, and she thought she saw barley, but her farming knowledge was sorely lacking, though she had made leaps and bounds in that department only that morning. She kept her thoughts from drifting back to her time in the dairy, and that final pinch of the behind she had received from Boss, by looking at the distant forest and the mountains beyond, wondering what people were doing right now. Waking up and having their first cup of coffee of the day, preparing for work.

In a way it was not that much different she told herself. Of course she was naked, harnessed to a wagon and pulling it like a pack animal through the wilderness, on her way to collect rocks in a field for eight hours. Yeah so similar, she said sarcastically. She knew she shouldn't continue these internal dialogues, as they always ended with her insulting herself. She also knew they were a defence mechanism to help her cope and that she would not stop anytime soon.

Emily was breathing hard now, though her surreptitious glances at her harness-mates told her she was the only one. She leaned in to her bar desperately trying to keep her place in the line. Her movement caused the belt of the harness to pinch the soft skin of her belly. No matter what she did, she could not get comfortable. She grunted each time the tender flesh was caught between belt and bar, but kept pushing. She knew that Guard Lee wielded a long bullwhip. She knew how accomplished she was with it and most of all she knew how much it hurt.

It was not long before she recognised the field in which they had worked the day before, the tell-tale pile of rubble evident at the field’s edge. Emily could see the ruts where the wagon had sat yesterday and today they were directed to pull the cart 20 yards further into the field. An entire days work from the whole of D-wing had progressed them only 20 yards.

It was no simple manoeuvre either. They weren't allowed to just move into the field and park the wagon. They first had to reverse the direction and spin the wagon around so it was facing back towards the prison. The whip cracked liberally during the complex procedure, though Emily was grateful it did not find her naked skin. She heard the grunts around her and winced in sympathy, the memory of the strokes she had received rising fresh in her mind.

Emily knew she did not contribute a great deal to the complicated manoeuvring of the wagon. She had no idea what she was doing and stumbled more than once as the wagon changed direction, leaving her shuffling her feet the wrong way. The wagon was almost at a stop when she stumbled against her harness and almost lost her footing.

Pain lashed across her shoulders as the thick leather whip finally found her. She had been expecting it to land for some time and knew she deserved the correction. She had performed very poorly and hoped that it would go no further.

When Guard Lee called a halt Emily was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Before she realised what she had done, she mentally thanked Guard Swanson for allowing her to get her boots that morning. She didn't know what she would have done if she had been forced out here without them. Her feet were still sore from the previous day without shoes and she was sure that another long shift in the harsh earth of the field would have damaged her.

She was given time to catch her breath as Guard Lee systematically loosened the restraints from each inmate. Though they had been detached from the crossbar and the cuffs at their wrists loosened no one moved. Emily stood at attention, expectantly grasping the bar at hip height.

"Bitches out," yelled the guard and Emily followed the other women, dropping the bar to the crumbled earth of the field and stepping away from the wagon. "Harness collection, pig."

The stationary women exploded into action, each inmate quickly slipping their hands from the cuffs and undoing the belts from their waists. Emily had no idea what harness collection was and she had no one from which to take a cue.

She began to undo her belt but struggled with the tightly cinched leather. She was unable to thread the pin through the hole and her movements became frantic as panic set in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the first inmate approach her, harness in hand . Emily forgot her attempts to remove her own harness and reached out a hand to collect the first of many to be offered to her. The inmate hesitated and looked back towards Guard Lee. Emily looked timidly at the guard, the signature reflective glasses eerily hiding all emotion from view.

"Pig, you are to collect the harnesses. Do you think you will be able to hold 18 of them in one hand?"

"No Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily replied dejectedly.

"No you will not pig. Stop fiddling with your own harness and hold out both arms to receive them, palms up pig."

Emily did as she was told and her arms were quickly filled as 17 harnesses were slid up her arms. Each inmate had closed their harness, the pin in the first hole of each and every one. At least this gave her the chance to know how to add her harness to the pile. In moments she stood alone at the front of the wagon, abandoned by the other inmates who now stood in two neat lines at the rear of the wagon.

"Move it pig. The bitches are waiting for their buckets."

Emily scrambled to the rear of the wagon and deposited the tangled pile of metal and leather on an empty section of the flatbed. She then tried frenziedly to remove the belt around her own waist. She realised now that she had cinched it too tight, but the second hole would have left it too loose. She had really had no choice but it left her struggling to remove it.

Emily tugged manically at the belt and was finally rewarded, after a strangled grunt of pain as her flesh was pinched viciously, with the belt coming away in her hand. In moments she had it on the back of the tray with the rest.

"Guard Lee Ma'am this bitch has collected 18 harnesses Ma'am," Emily gasped, eager to be at work in the field, aware that every second that passed was a second closer to the day being for nothing.

"Dispense the buckets pig."

Emily grabbed the first bucket in the pile and handed it to the first inmate in line. Why each woman could not simply have reached up and taken their own bucket was something Emily decided it was best not to dwell upon. It would have been ten times as quick but speed was not as important as following procedure. That was a lesson she had learned the hard way. Obeying the rules and following procedure were now the driving forces of her life.

Emily noticed that once each inmate had received their bucket they moved off into a line across the field and waited for the command to begin. Emily hoped and prayed that she had not been tardy. It had been only a few minutes since the wagon had stopped in the field, surely it did not happen much quicker on any other day.

"382 one position to your right," ordered Guard Lee as Emily continued to dispense buckets.

Hers was the last and the moment she picked it up, she scurried as fast as she could into the field, taking up the vacant space in the centre of the line that had been left for her. She knew she had been set there so the guard could keep an eye on her and the knowledge was not reassuring. Emily wasted no time once she was in the line, bending to retrieve her first piece of debris for the day. The sun was warm on her back, though the feeling was no doubt due more to the temperature of her body from the recent exertion, as it was still early morning. It was early in the day and her breakfast had been only half an hour ago, but she was already thirsty.

Time seemed to speed up and slow down with no discernable rhyme or reason. She found it difficult to judge the passage of time. She knew that her time spent in the harness had been short, though extremely tiring. There had to be at least two hours before the first break for refreshments and she was already licking her dry lips.

"Put a pebble in your mouth." Emily flicked her head sideways, startled by the whisper. "Don't look you dumb cunt. Fuck!"

Emily quickly turned back to the front, hiding her embarrassment by picking up another small rock from the field. One of the other prisoners had spoken to her, not only that but they had tried to help her and she had fucked up, yet again. Maybe she was a dumb cunt, she definitely didn't seem to be able to do anything right.

"Pebble, mouth," came the whisper once more.

Why would she put a pebble in her mouth? Was this woman really trying to help her, play a trick on her or did she just think Emily was stupid enough to do whatever anyone said? What would a pebble do? What did the prisoner have to gain by making a fool of her? Emily made a quick decision to trust the words of the prisoner, though the repercussions were clear. She had no idea why she was doing this, but sometimes you just had to go with it. She had not been given permission to put a pebble in her mouth. If she was caught there would be trouble, but she had to take this chance. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but why should that affect her so much?

The next time she bent over to pick up a small stick, she also collected the smoothest stone she could find. As she stood up she quickly popped it into her mouth, instantly realising her choice was poor. The stone was a little big, the size of a large irregularly shaped marble. She should have chosen a smaller, flatter stone as the rock she had chosen rested heavily on her tongue and caused her to begin salivating instantly.

It was not for a few seconds afterwards that Emily realised the point of having the pebble in her mouth. The foreign object caused her to produce saliva that she quickly used to coat her drying lips. She was still thirsty but her throat no longer felt parched.

"Thanks," Emily mumbled quietly, the inability to talk properly reinforcing for the young girl that there was yet one more thing she could not seem to do correctly.

The next two hours passed slowly for Emily, the monotony of collecting stone after stone, stick after stick, emptying her bucket when it was full and repeating the process gave her ample opportunity for daydreaming. She tried hard not to but her thoughts kept creeping back to the sexual. She rolled the stone around her mouth, playing her tongue over the smooth surface and thought of the smooth head of Josh's cock. He had loved it when she kept just the head in her mouth and teased it incessantly.

Emily chastised herself each time her thoughts crept down such a tangent. She was acting like an insatiable slut. How could her thoughts constantly turn to such things? She was naked, a chastity belt strapped tightly around her waist, working at a menial task in a field, surrounded by criminals, fully clothed mind you, her body a mass of aches and pains from the punishments she had received and yet she was still able, no much more than able, she was unable to stop thinking about sex. The fact that it was normal, healthy sex, not the disgusting perverted stuff she had been accused of since entering Pentonbridge, made no real difference. Her nipples had stiffened long ago and she could smell her arousal even though it could not be seen. She hoped that by the time a break was called she, and the other prisoners, had worked up enough of a sweat to mask the smell wafting from her sex. It was a subtle scent and not strong, but one she knew well.

A break had to be coming soon, Emily surmised, and quickly turned her thoughts to more mundane things. Guard Lee still sat on her leather swivel-chair on the tray of the wagon, her rifle resting casually on her shoulder. Emily had snuck a glance at the attractive guard when she emptied her bucket.

Guard Lee was a very attractive woman. The warden was attractive, Guard Lee was beautiful, Emily corrected. She had been struck by her beauty the moment she had met her: the sensuous curves, the high, delicate cheekbones, the sultry voice. What was she doing working in this shithole? She should be on magazine covers. I wonder what she is like in bed, Emily thought, a strong, demanding lover she was sure.

Emily Hazel Johannsen! What the fuck is wrong with you? Emily was shocked by her own thoughts. What had happened to her? It wasn't a lesbian thought she told herself, but it was still wrong. She shouldn't even be thinking of that kind of stuff, especially not about a guard, someone who had such control over her. Okay, what could she think about that would calm her down and get her back on track? It was hard to think of something safe. She tried but her thoughts kept returning to the chastity belt she wore, the way her sphincter was stretched by the wide anal ring. Every time she bent down to collect a rock or stick she caught sight of her breasts swaying, her hard nipples bobbing with each movement.

After what felt like hours of frustration as her pussy moistened and her thoughts ran rampant the young girl finally found the formula for stopping her thoughts from straying - room 303. Instead of watching the sensual movement of her breasts, she looked at the welts and bruises crisscrossing her body, evidence of her indiscretions of the day before.

Remembering the tortuous positions into which she had been forced, charting the fall of every agonising blow sobered the naked girl. Her nipples gratefully softened, though the state of her pussy, hidden behind the stiff plastic shield, remained hot and wet. It was a perverse thought, but for once Emily was glad of the degrading contraption she was forced to wear. The state of her pussy and her unwarranted arousal was safe from prying eyes.

"Break bitches," Guard Lee bellowed, spurring each inmate to rush towards the cart, their partially filled buckets in tow.

Emily, being in the centre of the line, was one of the first to arrive at the wagon, but milled around allowing the other inmates to line up before the water tank. Emily found herself at the end of the line behind the third teat. She had remembered her place. The other inmates of D-wing were the lowest scum that society produced and she was at the very bottom of that pile. She did not relish her new status as some seemed to think she should, but she knew it was unchangeable. It was only as the first inmate finished drinking and she shuffled forward in line, that Emily realised she still had the stone in her mouth. Guard Lee was only feet away, watching the prisoners as they drank. There was no idea to tell where she was looking, her gaze hidden behind the mirrored sunglasses.

Emily began to panic. She could not just spit the stone out, she was sure to be seen. If she turned away from the line she would look conspicuous. If she lifted her hand to her mouth she would draw attention. Could she pretend to cough and spit the stone into her hand? Why had she listened to that woman. That was unfair, Emily thought. She had only been trying to help and it had been great advice. You were just too stupid to spit it out when you should have, she admonished. Maybe she was just a dumb cunt. The evidence definitely seemed to be mounting against her.

"Pig, come here," commanded Guard Lee. "You reek of guilt. What have you got to say for yourself?"

Emily had become frantic the moment her name was called. Now there was no chance of hiding her disobedient behaviour. What could she do? What could she say? She was so fucking stupid, why hadn't she just listened to her instincts and ignored the advice, no matter how good it had been. She had knowingly been disobedient and now she would pay. She had no one to blame but herself.

Emily stood at attention before the imposing figure. The guard had remained seated and looked for all the world to the trembling naked girl like a queen on her throne. She had no idea what she could say or do. She did the only thing that popped into her mind. She opened her mouth wide and pushed out her tongue, revealing the evidence of her disobedience. Tears welled in her eyes as she did so, the shame she felt enveloping her, consuming any other emotions. Her cheeks burned furiously as she remained in the same position, displaying her humiliation to the imperious, silent guard.

"Is that a rock or dried manure?" enquired Guard Lee, the whip uncoiling languidly in her right hand.

"Ith a wock Ard Ee Auh," Emily garbled, the rock rolling around on her tongue.

"Spit it out moron." Lee watched as the naked girl let the smooth rock fall to the earth at her feet with a dull thud. "It appears that you do not wish to partake of the provender provided. Look at your rock. Remember its location. Pig step closer. You reek of something other than guilt. You stink pig, you detestable little degenerate. Can't leave that cunny alone. Get that foul stench out of her and get back in line."

Emily scurried back to the end of the line, wondering how much redder her cheeks could get before they ignited. She had been caught doing something she knew was wrong. For some reason she felt like a naughty schoolgirl caught passing notes. All she had done was try to make the best of her situation, try to eke out a little comfort. What was wrong with that? She did not have permission, that was what was wrong. Try as she might, she could not deny that she felt this way. She didn't know why it affected her so much and she silently rebuked herself for dwelling upon it. Surely what was important now was that she not do it again?

The line moved quickly and it was soon Emily's turn to drink her fill. She sidled up to the side of the tray and sank to her knees demurely. Her hands remained behind her back and she leaned forward, her open mouth advancing upon the glistening rubber teat.

Emily felt her nipples stiffened as the musky odour of her arousal filled the air around her. The moment her mouth closed over the thick teat her thoughts turned uncontrollably to Josh and his throbbing pink member. Maybe there was something wrong with her, she mused as her mouth and tongue settled into the rhythm that would allow her to draw sustenance from the tank. Despite the lascivious daydreaming that she could not dampen, the young girl was acutely aware of the demeaning position she was in. Her continued nudity was enough to keep the feverish smouldering in her cheeks but kneeling in the dirt, forced to suckle a teat like a baby animal made the degradation an almost nauseating force.

"Back to work bitches."

Emily scrambled to her knees and hurried to her bucket. The chance to get back into the field away from the guard was a godsend for the anxious girl. Guard Lee fascinated her, but she also scared Emily more than any other person she had met in her life. The casual, detached way in which she handled the prisoners, the way she referred to them as objects instead of people made Emily uneasy.

It wasn't the sadistic abuse that Jennings revelled in, nor the harsh hate-filled invective that Sergeant Mailer directed upon her. The coldness, coming from such an attractive, sensual woman confused Emily intensely.

Her thirst quenched, though not entirely satisfied, the naked girl worked tirelessly in the barren field. It felt as if she had been working in this field her entire life and what was there to show for her efforts. A small pile of rocks and debris at the edge of the field. The desolate field of sun-baked soil that stretched before her seemed to reach to the horizon. How many days would she toil in this wasteland? How many of those days would actually be removed from her sentence?

The sun beat down mercilessly on Emily's naked body. Her hair was plastered to her face and rivulets of sweat trickled down her body until they reached the stiff plastic of the chastity belt at her waist. The device fit snugly against her skin, forcing the salty moisture to pool momentarily before running onwards to the ground.

Her nipples itched, something which she remembered from the day before. It was her anus, however, that was the source of her rising frustration. The small beads of her sweat trickled down the chastity belt until they met the anal ring that kept her cheeks parted and her pink sphincter from resting comfortably. The sweat dripped maddeningly onto the tiny puckered muscle, creating an itch that was driving her to the edge.

Emily kept bending over, kept collecting rocks, like an automaton. It was all she could do not to worm her fingers onto her asshole and provide her with but a moments release. She tried everything she could, short of jamming a finger into her ass.

She tried to covertly wiggle her ass to dislodge the drops of moisture before they reached her sphincter. She tried bouncing slightly whenever she stood up after dropping a rock in her bucket, though all this resulted in was the wanton flouncing of her breasts that made her blush furiously. The rest of the morning passed with relative speed for Emily, lost as she was in the maddening miasma of troubles that beset her. She was a little startled to hear Guard Lee call out for the bitches to break for lunch.

Emily sidled back to the wagon, heaving her increasingly heavy bucket with her. She was about to take her position at the end of the line when she remembered that, as the lowest person on D-wing, she was to serve the other inmates. This included handing out the bowls and spoons that were to be used during the midday meal. The young girl looked to Guard Lee before collecting the bowls, but received no indication either way. Emily decided quickly that it was best not to waste time. Time was so hard to keep track of but it was so precious a commodity for the women of D-wing.

Emily dutifully handed each prisoner a metal bowl and a small plastic scoop. She watched as a spurt of gruel was shot into each bowl, licking her dry lips as she did so. The gruel tasted terrible, it was barely able to be categorised as food at all, but she was starving, she could feel her stomach roiling as she watched each inmate move off to one side and begin shovelling the viscous gloop into their mouths.

Once the last inmate had been served, Emily took up her bowl and spoon and waited patiently for her lunch, she could already taste the bland cardboard taste and the foul pulpy sensation of the gruel, but it was all she was going to get and she was grateful for it.

"Put them down pig," commanded Guard Lee. Emily looked longingly as the nozzle was hooked back onto the tank containing the gruel. "Find the stone you took such a shining to."

Emily looked at the guard pleadingly, her wide, innocent eyes meeting only cold mirrored silence. The young girl looked at the ground at her feet and tried to locate the rock she had placed in her mouth earlier that day. Her task was made all the more difficult as fresh tears began to blur her vision.

She began to search more frantically when she could not find the specific stone she had been forced to spit out. She did not think the ground on this side of the wagon had been trampled too badly but nothing was standing out to her. She had been told to remember the location of the stone but it continued to elude her.

Finally as she sniffed back the first of the full-blown sobs, she spotted the object of her search. The smooth stone was covered in dirt that had adhered to the saliva moistened surface when she had spat it out. The desolate girl took two three steps forward, stood next to the stone and waited obediently at attention.

"Pick it up pig. You were so keen to take your sustenance from the field that you can do so again for your meal," explained Guard Lee coldly. "No pig, you slow bitch. When an inmate spills food it is to be collected directly with its mouth."

Emily snatched her hand back as if a cobra had suddenly reared out of the ground and struck at her. Instead the now sobbing young girl dropped to her knees and leant forward until her mouth hovered above the dirt-encrusted stone. She knew what she had to do, she knew that there was no alternative and yet to degrade herself in this way was not an easy thing to do.

She took a deep breath and tentatively opened her mouth, reaching forward with her lips pursed and drew the filthy rock into her mouth. She could feel the dirt and grit dissolve from the stone as her saliva began to coat the surface. Her stomach growled hungrily, adding insult to injury for the despondent girl.

"Open pig," ordered Guard Lee as she advanced upon her. Emily opened her mouth wide and watched anxiously as the guard stooped to the ground and collected a handful of the crumbling earth.

Even though she had guessed what was to come, Emily was shocked as the handful of dirt was thrown into her mouth. She shook her head and spluttered as the dirt flew into her face, entering her mouth, clogging her nostrils and making her blink away the finer dust. It was all she could do not to spit out the stone she had been forced to collect, the repercussions for which she knew would be serious and immediate.

Emily stood as still as she could, her chest heaving as she choked on the dirt that had entered her throat. She could feel the gritty earth congealing in her mouth into a thick muddy paste. Her mouth remained open as she had not been told to close it. She tried her best not to let any of the foul mixture escape but she could feel a small amount oozing down her chin as her saliva continued to turn the dirt into mud.

"You have been served your lunch pig, now eat."

Emily looked wide-eyed at Guard Lee. She was actually expected to eat the dirt? Her first thought was not, how could she possibly demean herself in that way, but how could she accomplish this with the stone still in her mouth. As if able to read her mind Guard Lee made the decision for her.

"Spit out the stone. Do not worry about losing any of your lunch pig, you will be collecting anything you spill."

Emily leaned forward and let the stone fall to the ground at her feet. She could not prevent a small blob of mud from falling with it and she knew that she would soon be forced to retrieve it. Emily tried swallowing and gagged as the dry earth tickled the back of her throat. She needed to produce more saliva to muddy the paste further if she was to be able to swallow it.

As she began to swirl her tongue around her mouth, cleaning the grit from her teeth and moving the dirt into one large mass, the full realisation of what she was doing hit her like a slap in the face. She was actually going to eat dirt. The humiliation burned in her cheeks like a naked flame. The fine dust had already formed a foul tasting viscous blob in her mouth and with each swirl of her tongue she gathered more of the larger, rougher particles of soil.

Emily was desperate for a drink of water to wash the foul mixture down but knew she would not be allowed such a concession. She began to worry that she was running out of time, and the last thing she wished to do was anger Guard Lee by seeming disobedient. Emily blinked the tears from her eyes and swallowed as much of the gritty mud as she could.

The naked girl gagged on the muddy paste as it slid down her throat. Her chest heaved and she leaned forward, her neck extending as the muscles in her throat protested. She straightened her body by force of will alone, swallowing the thick mixture, filling her belly with the soil from the field in which she toiled. Even after the mud sat like a leaden weight in her stomach, the aftertaste and the thought of what she had done caused the young girl to gag once again. Emily swallowed again and again, trying frantically to rid her mouth of all traces of her degradation.

"Finish your meal pig, you do not wish to appear ungrateful for the sustenance you have received do you?" purred Guard Lee.

"No Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily replied, her lip curling in distaste as her speech dislodged a small pocket of dirt that had escaped her questing tongue.

"Then lick your lips. Not in a lascivious way slut, no one here is impressed by your perverted talents," Lee ordered.

The intense stares of the other inmates contradicted the guard's assertion. Each seated woman, had finished their gruel and watched the tableau of humiliation before them. Each prisoner had their own perspective but the universal sentiment clear on every captivated face was more than mere curiosity. Arousal was hidden in many a glance, Emily's naked body fodder for the harnessed lust of the inmates of D-wing.

Emily had refused to look anywhere but straight ahead, keeping her fellow inmates and the imperious form of the guard mere blurs in her periphery. She didn't think she could stand seeing the look on another person's face, the disgust that she knew must be there, the condemnation of the way in which she so readily acquiesced to the demeaning act. She was a coward. A stupid, useless, frightened coward. Emily buried the feelings beneath those that told her that her obedience was not only necessary but correct. Obeying her superiors was the only consideration that need occupy her thoughts. She tried her best to deny this reality but the only alternative was to accept the horrid things that were said about her as truth.

She knew she did not share the perversions that had been attributed to her, but maybe she was stupid. Her fraudulent activities had been so easily discovered and since her internment at Pentonbridge she had been unable to do anything right. And maybe she was a slut too, she could not dismiss the sexual thoughts that crept upon her no matter how hard she tried. She scattered the fantasies, only to have them return and take her unawares minutes later.

The thought of her wanton daydreams snapped her back to the present and she forced her tongue hesitantly between her lips. The moistness of her tongue as it slid sinuously across her lips, collected the dirt and grit that had stuck there. Emily clenched her hands behind her back, the only release for the pain and frustration she felt at being commanded like a puppet, ordered to demean herself, knowing she had no choice but to obey.

"Now fetch the morsel that you dropped."

Emily knelt down once again and closed her mouth around the small blob of mud that sat next to the stone. She collected the dirt into a ball on her tongue, rolling it along the roof of her mouth, adding more saliva with each movement. Soon the small ball of mud was ready to eat and Emily swallowed it, the muscles of her neck tensing as the unwanted paste slid down her throat. Without being reminded the despondent girl dutifully licked her lips, ending her meal and concluding the show that had been watched with such manic intensity by her fellow prisoners.

"Up you lazy bitches. One minute on the mammilla. Pig, collection," Guard Lee ordered rapidly.

Emily was glad to be moving, at least performing a task moved her out of the direct line of fire of the guard. She scurried to collect the bowls that had been discarded on the ground where the inmates had eaten their meagre meal. Each bowl and spoon were clean, almost no evidence they had so recently contained food remained.

She had to weave in and out of the lines of women, patiently waiting their turn to suckle as much cool water as they could in one minute. Emily ran her tongue around her mouth, hoping and praying that she would also get the chance. She had learnt her lesson and would never again be putting anything in her mouth unless she first had permission, but she was desperately thirsty and the few small mouthfuls of dirt she had been forced to eat did nothing to assuage the growling of her empty belly.

"This bitch has collected seventeen bowls and seventeen spoons Guard Lee Ma'am," Emily intoned after she had placed her collection on the back of the tray. She stood at attention waiting for acknowledgement but Guard Lee was watching the other inmates, ensuring no one prisoner spent more than their allotted time at the tank.

Emily waited dutifully as each inmate drank from the rubber teats, rose to their feet and waited in line for work to recommence. She stood demurely to one side of the wagon, ignored as if she had been forgotten. No, she corrected herself, ignored as if she was no more important than the empty bowls she had collected.

Her spirits were at their lowest ebb but she somehow managed to wait patiently, avoiding shuffling her weight from foot to foot, knowing that it was her place to wait and sure that any sign of impatience or frustration would be used against her.

"Pig, get your filthy face over here. One minute. These dumb bitches are waiting on you yet again."

Emily ran to the side of the wagon, threw herself onto her knees and enveloped the nearest teat with her eager mouth. She was immediately rewarded with a small squirt of cool water. As bland as it was, with a faint plastic taste from the tank, it was like the ambrosia of the gods.

The naked girl worked the teat greedily, the ring at her collar tinkling musically with the vehemence of her action. She had no idea of the passage of time so after three mouthfuls of the blessed liquid, she stood up, collected her bucket and took her place in line.

"Bitches, to work."