'That's her.'
Rea froze, her hands becoming still. She hadn't done anything. There were several other girls around her.
'You sure?'
'I can recognize that ass from a mile away.'
Shit that's me, Rea began to hyperventilate. She had no where to go, her wrists were shackled, the collar around her neck would mark her a slave, no idiot would help her.
There was a high pitched squeal, and a laugh.
Rea immediately relaxed, moving the parts along the table, her hands black with grease. She'd been in this weapons factory for nearly seventh months, before that it had been a construction site. Between the two she definitely preferred the working conditions here, she was able to eat three times a day at least, and the guards didn't beat you up for no reason. However all the slaves had warned her upon coming here. If you slack off, they don't use the whip method...
Public humiliation.
The woman's gurgled noises came from behind gave away what they were doing to her.
Rea knew it would be mean to look, but she couldn't help it. She'd been so certain they were after her.
She peeped over her shoulder, her hands pausing.
The woman was half kneeling, her head shoved against a table, her arms pinned back, her mouth wide as the guard thrust into her throat. She kicked and cringed, shaking her head, a tear appearing close to her nose.
Rea quickly glanced away. That could have been her. Thank the Gods it wasn't.
Rea hadn't fallen behind once here, but she'd gotten in trouble anyway for protecting a little boy. They'd torn her rags until she was stripped down to nothing but her chains, and pushed her around in a circle, before making her get on her knees. She had half the mind to bite them, but when there are three looming guards, equipped with swords and bats, she had felt incredibly small and powerless, and had opened her jaw, trying to hold back tears when they'd grabbed her head and thrust their thick cocks inside her mouth. They'd been done quickly, but since there was three of them, she had to wait for each one to have their turn, thrusting and demanding she sucked harder, until they'd ejaculated all over her. Hot sticky semen in her hair, her mouth, on her neck and down her breasts. After tightening their trousers they'd talked about lunch and laughed, walking off, the boy and Rea completely forgotten. No one had helped her up, the women had looked down their noses, and the men had stared at her, some even smiled.
She had been moments from breaking out into sobs when the little boy had offered his shirt, and she used that to wipe off most the semen, she'd tried to vomit the semen she'd swallowed, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd had to go back to work, with all the other slaves staring at her, it wasn't until three hours later that she found a replacement rag.
From that time, because of the view she gave everyone while she worked, they called her the Ass of Asfall, the hellhole which she was in.
Rea couldn't understand why, but sometimes, people tried to slack off while the guards were having fun, thinking they wouldn't be caught. But now a man had been dragged into the punishment too. He was held between two guards, the third has his body around the small woman, making her hands hold the bat. 'On, three, two, one!'
The bat was swung, punishing the man between the legs, he groaned and tried to escape, the guards holding him tighter. The guards laughed as the woman shrieked and apologized.
Rea shook her head, focusing on the task.
The man screamed about three more times before the bat clanged to the floor, and the woman sobbed as she ran away. At least she still had her rags...The man didn't.
Rea quickly forgot about the punishment, daydreaming of a nice cool bath in a stream, while reality here had a hot forge on one end of the room, dim lighting, and she was almost elbow high in grease.
She tried to use her shoulders to wipe the sweat beading on her forehead, her rags stuck to her body, the heat from the forges were pretty intense, casting the entire soot-coloured factory in an orange glow.
'There she is!' The sound of many boots entering their section freaked everyone out.
Rea shook her head, it's not me. Calm down.
A hand grabs her hair, and she shrieks as she's dragged away from her station, machine parts clattering around her.
'Careful, careful, boss said not to bruise her.'
Boss?! Rea clung frantically onto their wrists, her eyes darting left and right. The slaves who met her eyes quickly looked away.
As far as everyone knew, they didn't even have a boss.
What the hell did he want with me? Rea tried to dig her heals into the ground, but when they reached the back of the furnace room, she was practically lifted off her feet by her hair, stairs rapidly passing under her.
'What did I do?' Rea kicked and struggled, but the guards all seemed in a rush. Two of them only remained now, dragging her.
One of the guards walking ahead grinned, 'Boss asked if there was any nice ass out there. We told him there was an Ass of Asfall! You should have seen the look on his face!'
They approach a black house like structure, half built out of the rock wall. They knock on the door, and it opens a second later.
Inside there's a rug, chairs, guards sit around playing cards on old crate boxes.
They all stare as she's dragged in.
'Whose she for? For us?'
There's laughter and a cheer.
'Nope. Boss's dessert.'
There's a boo, but the guards quickly loose interest and go back to their games.
Several rooms later, Rea's shoved forward into an almost pitch black space.
'Boss?'
'Thank you, you can leave,' a voice grumbles.
The door closes and Rea stands slowly, blinking into the dark, the back of her neck prickling.
Like a beast emerging from the night, a tall broad shouldered shadow appears in front of her, arms hanging like a predator by his sides.
Light reflects off black eyes, which slowly roam up and down her body, sparking the faintest of smiles at the corner of his mouth. 'Strip.'
Rea takes a large step back, shaking her head.
'Strip, or I'll punish you.'
Still she shakes her head.
