Chapter 1
She stood completely naked, covering only her vagina and boobs with her hands. She was a woman of European race, tall, of healthy corpulence, and of strong constitution. The skin was a little tan. Long, strong black hair fell down to her buttocks. The chest was so huge that with one hand it was possible to cover only the nipples, and then not completely, only partially, the dark brown circumference of one nipple was visible from under her hand.
- Do not cover your chest and vagina, keep your hands at your sides! - said the overseer and painfully hit her with a heavy two-meter whip on the back. The pain was so terrible that the woman almost fell, but remained on her feet. The whip left a long red stripe on the body from the shoulder to the buttock. The band was burning with pain.
- Want more bitch?
- Not!
- No, sir, said the overseer and hit her a second time. He beat with all his might, absolutely not sparing the slave.
A second red stripe appeared on her back. This time she swayed but remained standing with her arms at her sides. Removing her hands, everyone could see her huge elastic nipples with large dark brown circles.
-more?
No sir. She said.
Call the overseers "sir", answer questions briefly and clearly - yes, sir, no, sir. Only speak if asked or ordered. Clear?
-Yes, sir
- Stop and don't move. The overseer put a brand on the coals. While the brand was heating up, he took out a pair of scissors and began to cut off the woman's hair. The woman was crying but silent.
- Do you want to say something, he asked, wrapping a long rough whip around her huge breasts and pulling them together until it hurts, looking into the woman's eyes.
- no, sir.
He continued. After lathering her head, he began to cut off the rest of the hair with a razor.
Chapter 2
He was slowly and carefully removing the remnants of her long beautiful hair from her. Now they lay under her feet and the man trampled them with his boots.
- hair is always short, you know, bitch?
-Yes, sir.
A collar was put on her neck. Strong collar made of two layers of rough leather with slightly blunt spikes inside. They didn't pierce the skin, but they hurt when the guard pulled on the leash.
- Follow me bitch. Now your name is bitch. You don't deserve another. He pulled hard on the leash, the pincers cut into her neck, the woman followed him forward.
He dragged her over to a large X-shaped wooden cross made from old, gray, rough-hewn wood. The cross was fixed with steel dowels in the wall. canvas straps hung from it for the arms, legs, neck, abdomen, and thighs.
-Stand with your back to the cross, spread the nougat, raise your hands.
The bitch stood for some time, afraid to go forward, but a new blow pushed her towards the cross. She stumbled, ran forward a little until she hit the cross. But then she turned and stood up as the overseer said.
The man began to fasten the straps, fixing her motionless on the cross. He tightened all the belts tightly so that the victim did not twitch.
Wide black canvas straps cinched her body tight, pressing into her muscles.
He took a hot iron, brought it to her huge right size five breast and pressed the brand 1 inch above the areola of the nipple.
The bitch screamed in pain and tried to twitch, but it was in vain. Taskmaster removed the brand after 3 seconds and a W 1.5 inch wide and high appeared above her nipple.
- Now you're a whore of a soldier's brothel. Among the prisoners, we select women with beautiful female forms, primarily large breasts and buttocks. Do whatever you are told and you will get water, food and 8 hours of sleep. Working day - 14 hours. 1 hour before bedtime and after sleep for general collection and household needs. If you disobey, try to file the chains, spoil the locks, you will be punished. With good work and obedience, you will receive an extra ration and an extra hour of rest. Is the whore clear?
"Yes, sir," she said, crying in pain. The brand of a whore burned on her chest, and she understood the hard work that seal entailed.
Chapter 3
He stamped a W over the circle of her right nipple. Smoke came out from under the hot iron. The woman screamed terribly with all her might, but no one even turned around, everyone was used to female screams in this place. The sharp tormenting jerks of her body were also useless, since the straps did not allow her to make the slightest movement, tightly tying her to the cross. She twitched with all her might in the agony of pain, trying to break the canvas straps, but it was useless. And the man liked to look at how she twitched on the cross, tied with straps in a vain hope to escape.
After a few seconds, the overseer removed the brand. Above her nipple was a dark crimson letter W.
- Does the whore understand her status here?
The woman hung on the straps of the cross, her clean-shaven head was knocked down without strength. She quietly said yes
The overseer hit her in the face with his hand.
- I can't hear you, bitch?
She raised her head a little and, gathering all her strength, said louder:
- Yes, sir.
- Who are you,
- I'm a whore...
- Yes, a whore in a soldier's brothel. You were chosen from the prisoners because you have big boobs and buttocks. Others were less fortunate. They will end up in much worse conditions. If you behave very badly, you will go to hard labor. We will not pity anyone. Now you will be greeted and you will go to your cell.
He once again squeezed her huge breasts with his hands.
- A very rare specimen, it would be a pity to lose such a bitch. And he struck his heavy strong hand on her huge soft breasts.
