Riding the Rails

 Elena, Therese and Janine slept in a slave hut.

Strangely, as hot as the penal colony was during the day, it got cold during the night. The slaves were not allowed clothes so they were exposed to the cold during the night. No blankets, either.

The only way of keeping warm was sharing body heat. The barn was not insulated and was just as cold as the outside; but there were a scattering of small stalls and huts that were used by the slaves for sleeping. 

Elena and Therese tried to squeeze into one of the small huts. They were worried they'd be pushed out by the other slaves there, it was so crowded. But the other's didn't protest at all, they simply smashed in, their bodies pressing against each other, and the two new slaves pushed in with them. 

It was strange feeling one's body pressed against another's, naked flesh on naked flesh. It was an odd intimacy the trio didn't expect and felt unnatural and embarrassing. On the other hand, they had adapted to being completely naked the entire voyage here, and at the Penal Colony itself.

This was simply another step, another aspect, of their dehumanization. The complete under utter loss of any privacy at all.

There wasn't enough room inside the stalls for all the slaves to lie down, but they tried. The result was their bodies, arms, legs and heads were sometimes overlapping or stacked. 

Elena discovered someone's filthy foot rammed into her face, and pushed it out of the way. Her legs were on top of another girl's legs, her right arm seemed to be trapped under another girl's leg.

Wriggling around didn't help much. If one slave protested because of some hand, foot, leg or even body causing problems, adjustment would just bring protest from someone else. 

Finally one of the naked girls pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning against a wall. This created a little more room and things settled down.

Therese quickly discovered she appreciated the close quarters. It was very uncomfortable, but the body heat was actually necessary. She couldn't conceive of what it would be like if she was out in the cold.

The day's work was so hard all three of the new slaves slept soundly. They were exhausted beyond belief. Even when Therese was kicked in the stomach by another slave, she simply grunted, shifted herself and fell back to sleep.

Dawn arrived. Some of the slaves roused, though the new slaves were continuing to sleep. The temperature began to rise as the sun appeared and lit the barnyard.

"Up! Breakfast!" came a rough voice. A slave handler was waking everyone and sending them to get food. 

The food was the same dark cake squares, slave food. Highly nutritious, tasted bad and sat on the stomach like lead. But as hungry as everyone was the slaves rushed the table with food squares. The new slaves had learned from before-- get their food right away, or get pushed out of the way and go hungry. Everyone got a square and sat down to eat.

Therese headed to the side of the yard and sat down, munching. Everyone ate quickly because work was looming. The handlers were wanting to get the slaves into production as quickly as possible.

As Therese sat finishing her feed, she heard a commotion and looked across the yard.

There was a male slave; it was unusual to see male slaves but they did exist. There were a few around the farm. They typically were bulky, strong, muscled slaves, and this one was no exception.

He must have failed in some way or pissed a slave handler off because he was being punished. The handler forced the male to his knees and was tying him so he couldn't struggle or get away.

Then he began the punishment. At first Therese couldn't understand what was happening, it appeared the man was on his hands and knees and was getting spanked. That seemed rather out of character for the penal colony.

But then she saw.

The man's testicles were tied tightly with a thin rope which the handler had hold of and was pulling tight backward, pulling the slaves balls back between his legs. With that rope the handler had complete control of the male.

He wasn't spanking the man, he was whipping the man's balls. The man grunted, then howled in pain as the whip whizzed through the air and hit the testicles, hard.

The process was clearly very painful, the man doubled up in agony, moaning and grunting with each impact of the leather strap.

After the first three or four strikes, the slave began to cry and his moans became louder, and escalated to screams. 

Therese winced as the man was brought to tears and began begging for mercy. The farmer didn't hesitate to continued the punishment. The male slave vomited on the ground.

"Poor guy," Elena said in a low voice. "Wonder what he did. God, look at that body, though, I wouldn't mind having him on top of me. Wonder..."

"I don't think so. The males are kept in some other area of the farm," Janine said. "They don't allow mixing. Otherwise that stud would be servicing all the women in the farm."

The whipping eventually stopped and the male was left lying on his side in the dirt. Therese, Janine and Elena were herded off into the fields. They didn't see what happened with the male.

Elena couldn't help but think of the male body, naked, straining, sweating... 

Once in the fields the slaves were hooked up to various devices and set to work. Elena and the others were herded into the fields and began performing various manual tasks such as pulling weeds and fertilizing.

It was hard, back breaking work. Elena had thought things would be better-- anything was better than pulling wagons. After a morning in the fields she realized working as a slave was awful, no matter what the job. The handlers were relentless, demanding constant work. Whips were used to motivate and keep the slaves on task.

There was about one keeper with a whip for every 20 girls. He circulated, looking for someone that wasn't working hard enough and when he found them, the last would cut into their back and thighs.

Therese, Elena and Janine were new, they didn't know exactly what to do but more importantly they were not as strong as the slaves that had been there for a while. They were sweating, straining, their muscles giving out.

As a result, the newbies got the whip across their backs much more frequently.

"Get movin' bitches," called out the slave handler, cracking the whip, letting it slice across the backs and buttocks of the newbie slaves. 

The whip lashed out at another of the slaves who had slowed down. When the braided leather lash hit the naked flesh, the woman fell, but then got up and screamed at the handler.

"I am going as fast as I can! You just whip people because you love it! You like putting us in pain, you bastard, you--"

The lash whipped around the woman, knocking her to the ground. Several handlers converged on the screaming woman and she was dragged away.

Therese watched as the woman was taken to a nearby fence and forced to straddle it. Her ankles were then tied together, her wrists fastened together using straps behind her back.

The wood rails of the fence dug into the woman's cunt. There had to be splinters digging into her sensitive flesh. After a minute or so, small trickles of blood ran down her thighs from the wood splinters.

The railing was also quite thin. It dug directly into the woman's cunt, separating her lips, scraping and digging into her vagina. She moved, trying to relieve the pain, but she couldn't lift herself up, and movement to the side would just make her fall over.

There was little for the woman to do except rock back and forth. Elena watched her from the fields in horror, as the woman rocked back and forth, trying to move the pain from one area of her crotch to another, pressing on her anus then her vagina, and then her clit, and then back again.

It was only a half an hour of work before another slave was dragged over to the fence railing and tied there, made to ride the rails.

It wasn't as bad as being hung or caged to die of thirst, but it was awful to watch the slaves rocking back and forth, moaning in pain as they rode the rails.

The sun was high in the sky when Janine asked a slave handler, "I may not make it... the sun is too hot and ... can we have some food?"

The handler immediately grabbed Janine and dragged her to a fence. Janine screamed and tried not to let herself be placed over it, struggling, but the two handlers swung one of her legs over the rail and quickly tied her ankles together. 

Her wrists were next, and Janine found herself riding the rail, a few meters away from the other two women.

She was in the open sun, as well, sweltering and sweating.

Therese watched as Janine was placed on the fence rail and tied in place. She immediately began rocking slowly back and forth, as the bar of the fence dug into her pussy. It was thin, and it had lodged between her pussy lips. When she rocked backward it slipped between her buttocks and provided briefly relief.

After a minute or two Janine rocked forward, moving to put her weight back on her pussy and eventually her pubic bone and clit. 

The thing about this position and placement was that the pain wasn't constant-- it got worse with time. It became a numbness and deep ache that spread across Janine's pussy, and eventually there was a burning sensation that covered her pussy and thighs.

Janine was left in place while the rest of the slave herd continued their work.

Therese kept looking at Janine and the others that were riding the fence rails, but eventually averted her eyes and concentrated on her work. 

Therese was falling behind. Janine had been a better worker, pushing ahead, but she was sitting on a fence rail in agony, rocking back and forth, sweating.

As a result, Therese was receiving more whipping on the back. 

"Catch up, little bitch," cried the farmer as the whip cracked and sliced across Therese's back. 

She did her best. The whip got her moving faster, but eventually it slowed her down, the pain was distracting. Therese worked the fields, but it wasn't enough.

Finally two of the slave handlers were called over and she was separated from the group and dragged over to a fence rail, lifted up on top and then plopped down. She landed hard, her cunt slamming into the narrow two by four board that was the fence rail. She grunted in pain and felt her ankles being fastened together. Then her wrists.

Lastly, some decorative nipple clamps. They smashed her nipples hard and she cried out, screaming in the sudden pain.

Elena didn't dare look over at Therese. She kept her head down and kept working.

At first the unexpected nipple pain was the worst, Therese moaned and cried as her nipples burned and throbbed. But they slowly became numb; the small nubs of flesh had most of the blood squeezed out of them and the nerves stopped feeling. At this point, the aching pain in her cunt was the focus of Therese's agony and she began rocking back and forth, just as the other girls were doing.

Elena was terrified. Both Therese and Janine had been hauled off and were riding the fence rails. Elena pushed herself, working the rows of crops harder, and kept up, though she was near fainting as she worked and sweated in the hot sun.

She made it all the way to the far side of the field, then collapsed. 

As she crawled away on her hands and knees, she heard the boots of slave handlers coming closer. She whimpered in fear. Her back was burning from the whipping throughout the day. Her friends, Therese and Janine were still riding the fence rails, the narrow boards digging into their cunts. She was about to join them.

The two men dragged her by her arms to a fence, but the fence rails were a little different. They were made of old railroad ties. The guards lifted Elena up into the air, her legs dangling above the ground, and slung her over the top heavy rail, settling her down.

The sharp metal edge dug into her soft pussy lips and she sobbed as the sharp pain hit her. She was exhausted, but was now being punished-- she wasn't sure what for, but she was suffering, riding a sharp metal rail that dug deep into her vagina, spreading her cunt lips, burning her clit and anus.

"Oh, shit... mother fucking..." Elena felt her body weight bearing down on her cunt, the hot metal burning her flesh, and swore. The pain was immediate, and increased the longer she sat on the narrow, pointed rail. There was perhaps only a half a centimeter width of metal that cut into her. She could twist her hips sideways, which moved the cutting pressure from one area of flesh to another area of flesh. Such movement had little impact, as the pain would resume in the new position in less than a minute.

Elena spent the rest of the afternoon on the rail. Eventually, the pain morphed into numbness and a deep ache that extended throughout Elena's entire hips and thighs. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but there was nothing she could do. 

The women were left riding the rails for the rest of the day.

Work continued in the fields without them. Food and water was delivered, but not given those being punished. The tortured women suffered, watching the world around them go about business while their lower bodies cramped and frayed and bruised and they rocked and twisted and cried out.

Work continued until the sun began setting, coming neat the horizon. The naked slaves were then rounded up; the ones riding the rails were lifted off and placed on their feet to follow the others.

Of course, none of the naked punished slaves could walk immediately after being removed from the rails. They collapsed onto the ground, their legs numb and not obeying them. The pain didn't subside immediately just because they weren't on the rail any more.

While a whipping didn't actually make the cramping go away and make their legs work any better, it did encourage the slaves who had been released from the rails to get moving in spite of the after effects of their punishment. Those who could stand at all, did, and stumbled back to the main building complex. Those who couldn't crawled, doing their best to keep up.

Eventually the entire herd of slaves were rounded up and brought back, where they were greeted and rewarded by more food squares and the chance to drink from the trough.

The sun was going down, it was getting dark quickly and when it got dark it got cold.

The three friends gathered together to nurse their wounds before crawling to one of the slave huts were all the slaves would huddle together for warmth. 

"Did you see that?" Said Elena, nodding back toward one of the large barns. Just inside was one of the slaves that had been working in the fields. She was hanging by her wrists, dangling about a foot off the ground. 

"Ugh," Janine said. "I think I may not recover from sitting on that damn fence for days. I hope we don't work in the fields tomorrow. But what did that poor bitch do?"

The naked woman was slowly swinging back and forth.

"Dunno," Therese said. "She was that way when we came back. Maybe... I think sometimes they just like to have a reminder posted up where everyone can see. This is what we can do to you. That kind of thing."

They sat glumly.

"I never thought signing my rights away to become a slave would be this bad. It's not slavery. We are lower than animals." Janine was shivering in the cold now. "I'm exhausted. Let's go sleep."

The three women made their way to a sleeping hut. All the huts were crowded to overflowing, though that wasn't bad-- lots of naked women pressed together meant plenty of body warmth to share during the cold night.

As they settled in they peeked out at the unfortunate woman hanging in the barn. She would be left up all night, unable to even huddle with herself. It suddenly became clear just how severe her torture was. Not only was she dangling by her arms and wrists, which must be very painful over time, she was going to freeze to death during the night.

"Do you think she will survive?" Therese asked in a low voice.

"They usually do," said one of the other slaves whose longer hair indicated she'd been there a while. "Not always though. I saw one taken down and disposed of before."

The entire hut huddled close to each other, grateful for the naked flesh of their fellow slaves pressing against them.