When they arrived at the construction site Tracey and the other females working on the chain gang were secured with heavy shackles on their ankles and wrists. The cuffs were fastened in front of them so they could work but that was the limit of their freedom. Each one of the inmates was connected to the next girl by the shackles on their ankles so escape was even more impossible. Naked, shackled and handcuffed, the girls made their way into another van and were then dropped off at a large section of rocky land. As usual, Tracey's bondage was stricter than the others. In addition to the fetters on her wrists and ankles, an iron collar was fitted around her neck and then padlocked securely with a key that the guard held. Another metal band was then fastened around her waist and again padlocked securely. Throughly unhappy, Tracey waited for her orders. Most of the other inmates already knew what to expect but Lucy walked straight up to her and laughed.
'Typical, Smith!' she said. 'You are so fucking thick, aren't you? See those rocks over there?'
She pointed in the direction of the rocks and Tracey nodded miserably.
'Yes, ma'am.'
'Good. At least your eyes are working! Now your job, Smith, is to break those rocks and then load them up onto trolleys. There are 10 of you and I expect you all to be able to crush and load 5 tons of rock today. Smith, I expect you to be able to crush 2 tons of rock all on your own.'
Tracey's eyes widened at that instruction. My God, how on earth could she possibly manage to break so much rock all on her own? But Lucy was remorseless.
'Any failure to meet your daily quota will result in immediate and harsh punishment. Do you understand?'
'Yes, ma'am,' a thoroughly miserable Tracey replied.
'Well, move that fat lazy arse of yours and get working!' Lucy shouted at her.
Tracey and the other women moved off towards the rocks. Most of the women had pick-axes or sledgehammers but Tracey was handed a small hammer of the type you'd use at home to bang in a nail. She gasped as she realised she'd be expected to do the hardest work and yet with the worst tool of all the women. It dawned on her that this was deliberate and that at the end of the day she was going to be 'punished' for 'failing to meet her quota.' God, this is horrible, she thought. How can I possibly survive the weekend before I come to trial on Monday?
After a couple of hours her arms ached from the constant swinging of the hammer and she'd only managed to make a pretty pathetic impression on the rock. The other women were much further forward and most of them looked far stronger and were taller than Tracey. She already felt utterly exhausted and yet she knew there were hours of this to follow before the team would finally return to the prison.
Lucy came up to her, swinging a whip ostentatiously as she did so. She smiled right into Tracey's miserable face.
'Well, Smith, not used to hard work, are we? You'd better start getting used to it or this whip will be making contact with that fat lazy arse of yours!'
Tracey said nothing but tried to put more oomph into her swings of the hammer. It made very little difference and after another half hour she collapsed on the ground in utter exhaustion. Lucy was ready to pounce as soon as she saw that.
'Get up, Smith, you workshy fucking cunt!' she shouted. 'No slacking on my team!'
Tracey somehow staggered back to her feet. Lucy grinned happily as she saw her utter exhaustion.
'Right, bitches,' she told the other workers, 'at the end of the day your work quotas will be assessed. And if they're not met then you'll all be punished - unless you all tell me which one of you is responsible for that failure. Back to work, Smith, before I whip your arse!'
Tracey groaned and carried on swinging away at the rocks with her tiny hammer. The other women were much further forward in their work and she already knew what would happen to her at the end of the day.
Sure enough, when the shift finally finished Lucy lined up the prisoners and told them they'd failed to meet their quota.
'Unless you tell me which one of you is to blame you'll all be punished. Who was it?'
The other inmates looked at each other for a moment and then unanimously spoke.
'Tracey Smith,' they said.
Lucy smiled coldly.
'I thought it would be you. Very well, you can all go back to prison now. I'll deal with you on your return, Smith.'
Tracey passed the journey back to the prison in a state of mounting dread. She knew that Lucy would 'punish' her but she had no idea what exactly that would mean.
On arrival the other inmates went into the canteen to eat their evening meal. Tracey was taken to one side by Lucy and
her cuffs removed briefly from her wrists before being refastened behind her back. She was then taken over to a tall wooden pole and a chain attached to her handcuffs that was fastened to the pole.
'Well, Smith, laziness is a serious offence in this place,' she told her. 'Now as this is your first offence I will be lenient with you. Any further failures on your part will not be deal with so mildly. Do you understand?'
'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey answered in a trembling voice.
'Good. Well, as I'm being merciful you'll only get 40 strokes of the cane.'
'Forty strokes!' Tracey gasped in horror at the prospect. 'But that's terrible! I don't think I can survive that!'
Lucy laughed when she heard that.
'Smith, believe me, you can and you will. Now I expect you to count each single stroke and to thank me after each one. You'll say 'one, thank you, ma'am,' 'two, thank you, ma'am,' and so on. If you lose count I'll start again from the very beginning and none of the strokes you've already had will count. Get ready for your just punishment, Smith!'
Tracey flinched in anticipation of the first blow. Lucy swished the cane through the air theatrically and she shuddered even though the cane didn't make contact with her flesh.
When the first stroke landed on her large arse she cried out in pain.
'Ow! One. Thank you, ma'am,' she somehow remembered to say.
As the process continued she'd got to ten with a very sore arse when Lucy stopped for a moment.
'Time to change targets, Smith,' she grinned. 'You didn't think you'd get the whole lot on your fat lazy arse, did you?'
'I... I ... I don't know what to expect, ma'am,' Tracey mumbled.
'Good. Well, I'll turn you around now. The next ten are going on that soft belly of yours.'
Tracey winced in anticipation and as she'd expected the pain was much more intense on the soft flesh of her belly. She somehow managed to count each stroke and express her 'gratitude' at the end but Lucy just smiled sadistically.
'Now it's time to cane those fat flabby tits of yours,' she grinned.
Tracey gasped and stared at her in horror.
'Please, ma'am, please don't,' she begged. 'That will hurt me even more!'
'Yes, it will,' Lucy smiled. 'Don't forget to count each stroke and thank me after each one!'
The pain was almost unbearable as Lucy swished ten hard firm strokes across Tracey's large tits. Somehow she managed to get to the end and then dangled from the wooden pole sobbing her eyes out.
'Now the last ten,' Lucy told her sadistically. 'I'm going to prepare you for them first.'
To her horror Tracey felt a wooden spreader bar being inserted between the shackles on her ankles. She knew at once what was going to happen to her next.
Lucy grinned happily as she set about her work.
'Yes, that's right, Smith. The final ten strokes are going right up that dirty cunt of yours!'
Tracey flinched away in anticipation but there was no escape. The remorseless rain of strokes landed squarely between her legs and stung her cunt viciously. She howled and sobbed her way through the final ten strokes.
'Well, let that be a lesson to you, Smith,' said an openly laughing Lucy. 'Any further disobedience or failure on your part will result in harsher punishment that will make what you've just experienced look like a walk in the park. Now move that fat lazy arse of yours and get your meal!'
'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am,' a bruised and miserable Tracey answered.
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