Anthology of Domination Extract

 

JULIE

 

The story takes place in Fostil Maximum Security Women's Correctional Facility; it is a prison with a long history of being a prison, in various forms. It started life as a prisoner of war prison, during the War between the south and north. It was used by the Union army for captured spies, who were tortured in underground cells. Since then it has been in constant use, and up dated regularly, extended and refurbished, and now it operates as a high security female prison.

The prison is ideally placed, being on the edge of the desert, and with a low escape record that was until the last governor, when several prisoners managed to escape, all were re-captured; in fact all were shot whilst trying to escape, by the local sheriff, who is the husband of the current Governor, Alison Williams.

Alison had befriended a senator, and had a steamy domination session with him, every Monday. She used him to get promotion in the State prison system, and to ensure her rise to being the Governor of this Facility. She had helped engineer the escapes, and the deaths of the prisoners, all who in her eyes were not human, pariahs, leaches, blood suckers, the scum of the earth, and therefore not entitled to be treated, as women.

Once in power she had got rid of the employed guards, and taken on her family and close friends, so that she could rule with an iron fist, severe punishments were employed if a prisoner failed to do as told, there was one rule, 'You do as told,' it didn't matter which member of staff told you. All orders were from the Governor, and failure to obey an order meant a minimum of six strokes of the cane in front of the whole prison.

With each offence, the punishment was doubled, serious offences, like refusing to go on a job for the Governor, could mean four days in solitary, but this was no ordinary solitary, once inside the cell you were totally isolated. The cell was six feet long, three feet high and three feet wide, just enough room to crawl around in, in total darkness, and with no toilet. The food was delivered as and when the guards decided to, you got at least one meal a day. The food consisted of the scraps, if you were lucky you may get two meals, a day.

If that didn't work, then there was the punishment cell. This was part of the main drain from the toilets, and the effluence flooded the cell up to the person's chest, then drained away only to be refilled. This happened constantly during the day, and night. Once the cell had been filled to the level decided, the effluence floated past the occupant.

One prisoner had died, and one had gone insane after being in the punishment cell, it had only been open for six months, this was one punishment to be avoided, at all costs.

Knowing this back drop, the reader will appreciate the total compliance with the rules. This story is about one of Alison Williams exploits, her exploits included, sending the women to male friends to be given the cane, whipped, and to have sex in a submissive, domination scenario. The 'friends' obviously paid Alison, and her family for the women, the women got nothing, except a good beating or being fucked. Some went on blue film sets, to accept the beatings, instead of the star, some went on lesbian dates, none were willing, but all obeyed, from fear.

One exploit was on a blue movie, the director wanted women to be the horses in his new film, Ben Hurr. They were ideal, they would be naked for the film, and have to act like horses, pulling the chariots in a real race with the men using whips to egg them on, there was to be nothing fake in this film, except that Ben Hurr, or in this case Dickus Longus, who was to win the race, so that part was engineered.

Once the prisoners at Fostil Maximum Security Prison had eaten their breakfast in the dining hall, they were told to clear their plates and go back to their seats by the Guards. Seated, they all began to wonder what was going to happen, and looked around curiously at each other, fearing the worst, they weren't allowed to speak, and sat there bolt upright, as told to.

The door at the end of the dining hall opened, once breakfast had finished, and a guard came in. She went along the rows of women who had been told to clear the tables then return to their seats. The guard stopped occasionally and touched the woman who was seated where the guard had stopped; she told them that they were to stand up. Julie watched as the guard got closer and closer to her, then it was her turn. The guard had walked past the four before her without touching them, they were on the large side, just plain fat, and she wasn't. The guard came up behind her, and put her hand under Julie's chin and pulled it into her lower abdomen then put her hand on Julie's breast and felt at it.

"All yours," she asked in a whisper so as not to be heard by all around, Julie nodded, "Stand," she said and moved on.

The guard went around the hall until there were about fifteen or so women standing, then she told the ones standing to go to the far wall and stand there, facing the hall, they did, and the guard, Judy, told the rest to go to work.

Judy approached the line and stood facing them, looking at them, inspecting what she saw, then pointed to a woman and told her to report for work, then another until she was happy with the line-up. They were taken to the secure loading and unloading area and put in a van. The buzzer sounded for the doors to open and the van drove off.

Everyone was nervous, they had no idea what lay ahead of them, or what they had done wrong, if that was the case, or what diabolical thing the Governor had lined up for them, when they reached their destination. All they knew was that it would be sexually orientated, and most probably, painful.

It took about half an hour on good roads and then another half hour on a dirt track; they knew this because of the way the van bounced around. Finally it stopped and the back door was opened. The first prisoner was released from the shackles holding her, and was let out of the individual cages they all had to travel in. She was taken out of the van, then another, another and another, before it was Julie's turn.

She was let out and taken outside; she looked around shading her eyes from the early morning glare of the sun, after being in the dark of the van. A guard came over to her and padlocked a collar on her and chained her to a fence, with the others.

Julie looked around, there was the façade of a Roman villa facing them, it was way out in the middle of the desert, a field of grass and a coral had been created and fenced off. There was a barn next to it and another façade of a barn to her left. Behind her stood the facade of an implements store, she realised that it was a film set, but what for? She knew it was a blue film that is what the governor of the prison usually sent them on, or as a prostitute to a male dominatrix, but from the façades around her, she realised that it was for a blue film, set in Roman times.

A man came over to them when they were all chained to the fence and told the guards that he wanted them stripped. Judy instructed the women to strip, they did as told reluctantly.

Stripped, the guard came over to Julie, she was holding something in her hand, and she put it to Julie's mouth and told her to open her mouth. Julie did as told and a rod of metal was put in her mouth; the rest of the bridle was fastened to her head and padlocked in place. Julie now watched as the other women in the line were all treated similarly with the bridle and harness, and then tied to a rail like horses, the guard then shackled their hands behind their backs.

A man came over to them once all twelve were tied to the rail and pointed to one of them saying that she was no good, "Too flat," was what he said, adding that Judy had to change her, and bring another one. She was taken away from the line-up and dressed, secured in the cage in the van and the van left.

They waited till the van returned and Wendy was put in the line-up naked. Wendy was taken from the line-up; he fondled her then sent her to the coral with the funny looking thing in the centre.

She was fastened to it and the man tried to make her walk. She refused, she hadn't been on one of these outings, as the Governor called them, before, and didn't know what to expect. Judy took the whip off the man and he spoke to her, she took her top and bra off and then whipped Wendy. After several deep red lines had appeared on her arse, and she moved off, now realising that she was beaten, Judy did not take no, for an answer. She made Wendy run and trot and stop to order, Wendy knew now that if she didn't do as told, then she would feel the whip Judy had in her hand, more was said, but Julie couldn't hear the conversation, they were too far away. She also realised that Wendy was being beaten into submission, so that when the others were taken there, they would not be as difficult, she was being made an example of, for the rest of them.

The film crew now came over to the eleven women left tied to the rail, and started to put leather straps on them like a harness, it had been designed so that it emphasised their breasts with straps running around each breast. The harness had box shaped squares and it was fitted to their waists, it ran between their legs either side of their clits in fine leather, again to emphasise their clit's, once on it was padlocked in place. There were rings to the sides for attaching to something else.

The thing in the coral had six arms sticking out from the middle, and six of them were taken to it and fastened one to an arm. Wendy had been put in the barn by now beaten and exhausted; it was a lesson to them all. Judy would whip them if they didn't do as told. Judy stood erect in the centre as the film crew fastened the women to the thing. Once they were all fixed, Judy cracked the whip and said something, they moved off at a walk. After a good hour or so they were removed and put in the barn; Julie and the rest of the women were taken and fastened to the thing like a carousel.

"Right, you are now horses; you will obey the driver, the guard in this case, or feel the whip. I don't have much time, so you will learn quickly or be very sore, like the first one is, very sore. Horses do not have clothes and this is a sex film, so allow your tits to bounce. Tomorrow I want all body hair removed, the audience wants to see nice clean shaven clits, for today we will accept you as you are. There are just three commands to learn, trot on, giddy up, and whoa. You need to be fit, well reasonably fit, and today we will start testing your fitness," the man said, and Judy took up her position again.

"Trot on," she ordered and cracked the whip, then hit Julie with the whip for emphasis.

Julie jumped, as the whip stung her bottom and moved off, making everyone else move, the next one to come into Judy's line of fire was Janet, who also got a stroke and jumped, until they were all moving as one.

Julie trotted, but not as the guard wanted and she got a stroke for not picking her knees up high enough, as did Alison, and Brenda. They trotted around and around lifting their knees up high, which pushed them back and their busts out making them bounce all the more, the man, Julie presumed he was the director, smiled, as they paraded past him and nodded his approval, watching their tits bounce.

They were then told to gallop, again encouraged by four of the women including Julie getting a stroke of the whip, then whoa, then back to trot, and gallop, and stop. On and on it went for a good hour in the blazing sun before they were unfastened and taken into the barn, panting and exhausted from the running around they had done.

They were put in stalls, there was a bucket of water on the floor and Julie looked at the man who had taken her into the barn; the bit in her mouth acted like a gag, and she couldn't speak.

He smiled, and cocked his head to one side, "You are a fucking horse, have you ever seen a horse use a cup, hey, get down on your hands and knees and lick the water up," he said sarcastically.

Julie looked around at the other prisoners as they struggled to take a drink of water, the bit stopped them from drinking properly, Julie kicked out at the door with her heel, but nothing happened, and she decided to make the most of a bad job, as the rest had.

Lunch, if you could call it that, the director was all for reality, he didn't have to suffer; they did, as the cane marks on his previous pseudo actresses showed. Their faces were never shown just their tits, clits, and the bruises from the beatings they had to take, were shown on the films they appeared in.

At long last lunch arrived, it was salad served in a bowl which they had to eat with their mouths as a horse would have. Julie looked around the barn and saw the cameras, security cameras and film cameras all rolled into one. There were two women to a stall, and Julie had been put in with Brenda. They couldn't chat and just sat on the straw on the floor, wondering if the afternoon would be any better, but didn't believe that it would be.

The afternoon followed the same pattern; the two groups were fastened in the same order to the carousel and made to walk, trot, gallop and stop to order, the guard having slipped an extra order in.

Sore from the whip and now red from the sun they were loaded into the van still wearing the bridles and into the cages then back to the prison, where they ate alone. They were put in the pairs they had been put into at the film set, in cells .Breakfast was at five, alone, and then it was back to the van and back to the carousel till midmorning.

"Very good ladies, you have grasped the basics, now we need to team you up, you and, erm, you; you and erm, you," the director said as he pointed to each woman.

Paired up they were taken off the rail and into the completed barn, Julie was paired with Alison and they were led into the barn and put in a stall. Julie looked around at the six stalls each with two women in them silent, the bridle and bit effectively stopping them from talking.

Julie and Alison were led out by a man in a roman type dress, his dick just visible below the skirt part of his uniform; it was after all a sex movie, Julie was surprised that it wasn't all visible. They were fastened between the shafts of a chariot, their hands were unshackled and tied to the actual shafts, and then he got on the back and cracked the whip over their heads and called out, "Walk on."

Julie and Alison took the strain and began to pull him around and around in a circle, he guided them by reins just as a real horse, the bit nipped the sides of their mouths and crushed their tongues as he reined them in, telling them to halt, or indicating the way to turn.

Then he told them to walk on, and then trot and then gallop. Sweating under the blazing sun they ran as fast as they could do, Alison was not as fit as Julie and soon slowed down pulling Julie. Julie slowed to help Alison, they both felt the tip of his whip as they slowed, that was not what he wanted and they had to speed up again. Twice he hit them with his whip for slowing, before he aimed them at the barn running as fast as they could do, into it; where he pulled hard on the reins making them stop, and gave them a bucket of water to drink.

Panting, and exhausted they stood there for a few moments before the dire need for water got the better of them, and they ducked their heads in the bucket before drinking awkwardly, because of the bit. He left them there tied to the rail outside their stall, and then when he returned he took them out of the shafts and removed the harnesses, but left the bridle and bit in place, and shackling their hands behind their backs, before putting them into their stall.

They looked around the barn as the women were brought in, one pair at a time exhausted like they were and given a bucket of water, left, and then put in their stalls. Two buckets of salad were placed in each stall, and Judy left smiling; such was her sadistic enjoyment of watching them eat like horses, dipping their heads into the bucket to get some food, then lifting their heads and chewing it, all the while a couple of cameras were played on them.

"Mares, well, yes there isn't a virgin amongst you, so you are definitely not fillies, old nags perhaps after today's performance. Tomorrow you will be out and do what is expected, fail and there is pain awaiting you, on top of the pain received whilst out. I have been given full authority over you, and I will personally cane anyone who does not meet the required standards. Now get some sleep, this is my idea, you are horses now, you will sleep, eat and work here, until we have the film in the can. So the sooner you buck your ideas up, the sooner you can go back to your cells. You and, erm, you," she said pointing to Julie and Brenda, "You will play the lesbian scene, licking each other's clits and you, no you," she pointed to Brenda, "will mount her," pointing now to Julie.

The women were shattered by their efforts and now by the news; they didn't need any encouragement to sleep, although they missed the mattresses they were used to, no matter how old and uncomfortable the mattress was. Straw just didn't have the same comfort, and it pricked you as you lay on it, horses don't have toilets or buckets they used the floor, he was going all out for realism, to their disgust.

The next day and the following day were hard days on the women, all of them, three sets of two hour sessions trotting, running, and walking. One in the carousel then one out in the desert in harness and then another in the carousel, for Julie and her group of three teams, the others did the opposite to the sessions Julie's group did. The following day, it was two sessions out in the desert and one on the carousel for Julie's group, and again the opposite for the other group.

The day after the two day training period, it was each pair in harness attached to the chariot, and the driver took them out for a walk, then trot, and gallop. This time they were out all day, but every hour they were put into a shelter and given water; then it was back to trotting, and running, lifting their knees high as they trotted pulling the chariot.

Julie was surprised that they hadn't collapsed with heat exhaustion, the director had gauged it just right, and he pushed them to the limit, and then stopped. Avoiding any delay by completely exhausting the women, but by the night time they were absolutely worn out. Julie wondered if she had the energy to eat.

Julie woke as usual to the dawn, she always did, but she didn't wake the rest, she let them sleep. Julie got up and looked up and down the aisle of stalls at the sleeping women, all huddled together in pairs for warmth and security, she turned and glanced back at Alison now alone, and stirring.

The sun was up fully before the director and Judy made their appearances and the crew with their breakfasts. Once they had finished eating, Julie was taken from the stall as was Brenda; they were led out into the field and then told to get down on their hands and knees.

"You are mares, and feeling randy, there isn't a stallion to be had, so you get off with each other, now go on, on your hands and knees sniff each other's arses, and then let me see a lesbian scene. Make sure it is good, I don't want to have to do this again," Judy told them.

Julie looked at the director who was stood next to Judy, her look was with disdain, and a stroke from the cane Judy held was enough, for her to do as told.

They got down on their hands and knees and began to circle, smelling each other on all fours, then Julie was told to lick Brenda's clit, from the side, and the scene began as they circled and licked each other. Brenda licked Julie then she mounted Julie and rubbed her clit up against Julie's bottom, imitating having sex with her, but laying on Julies back her arms gripping Julie's sides, yet hanging like a horses legs. The director liked it, he smiled and clapped, then handed her a strap-on.

Brenda looked at the device, then at him in wonderment, he told her to get a move on, and she tried to ask what she was supposed to do with it, but the bit made the words just a jumble. Judy got up slapped her for being stupid, she put it on her and told her to mount Julie again.

"Fuuublkeeeeooo, ongol," Julie cried and went to move the strap-on, as Brenda tried to put it into Julie's arse, but they fell over once Julie removed her hand from supporting her and Brenda, and Brenda landed on top of her.

"For fucks sake idiot, horses don't have hands, I saw it was going up your ass, be grateful she is putting in up you, she can put it anywhere, I don't care you bitch. Hey stupid one, get the dildo up her, any hole except her mouth I don't care, just fuck her for everybody's sake, we still have the work to do in the desert, so move your fucking ass woman," he blasted her.

They stopped the filming until Julie and Brenda were put in position again licking each other's clits, then he called out for action and Brenda moved from Julies arse onto her back and slipped the dildo between her legs.

Brenda afraid of another stroke from the cane pushed it into Julie, forcefully, luckily for Julie she managed to get it up her cunt and then fucked her, Brenda saw the camera man moving around her, getting the shot from every angle as she rammed the dildo into Julie hard and fast. This went on for some time, the camera man even lay down between their legs, to get a shot upwards of the action, showing the dildo sliding easily into Julie's clit and cunt, until the director shouted cut, and that scene was over.

During the day Wendy's team had been taken from training, Julie noticed her missing and that night she heard her weeping in her stall.

The rest of the day was spent practicing, exercising, and more practicing, till bed time, food and sleep. It wasn't until later at the prison that she found out that Wendy was a virgin and had been fucked. She was sure that there would be hell to pay for that, the Governor was very much against enforced sex, even if she was forcing the prisoners to have sex, by proxy, but the prisoners were a nothing, so it didn't really count. It was as if she didn't realise that they were being forced to have sex every time they went on one of her jobs. To the governor they were not human, just pariahs and therefore it wasn't considered as enforced.

"Rise and shine this is our last day, and we need the chariot race in the can, so come on you bronzed beauties," the director said, he seemed in a good mood for some reason, as did Judy who followed him out, Julie guessed that he had, had a good night with Judy, in his bed.

In fact he had, Judy had decided that she fancied him, he wasn't that young, but had charisma, and wasn't poverty stricken. He was also able to give her some jobs in show business, little ones, like this one as a trainer. She showed her tits, big deal, they were big and well-formed and she was proud of them, so why not, and she got paid for showing them.

After their evening meal they sat and chatted, then Judy made a move, and kissed him gently which he returned and his hand slipped onto her still naked breast. She hadn't bothered to put her bra and uniform top back on, why, when she knew she was going to seduce him.

She moaned as his hand fondled her breast, encouraging him, then she slipped her hand down to his trousers and rubbed his cock, still safe inside his trousers. But as the arousal became more and more fervent, they got up and went to his bedroom, where as they crossed the floor, now kissing hard and with vigour, they disrobed. A line of clothes ran from the door to the bed, with their knickers and underpants lying just by the bed. Judy pushed him on the bed and picked up her hand cuffs. She sat on him and then looked down on him a broad smile lit her face.

"You will allow me to use these on you, won't you, whilst I fuck you stupid, or shall I leave?" she asked casually. She knew he definitely didn't want her to leave; he was almost ready to enter her.

"If you insist?" he asked, cautiously.

Judy put the handcuffs on him, and fastened his hands to the post in the centre of the bed head.

She turned around and presented herself for him to lick and probe, whilst she began to lick and suck on his cock, bringing him to a full arousal, and her. She was already randy after watching Julie and Brenda in the field. She turned around and took his cock in her hand, she rocked to one side and placed a foot by his side and then lifted her-self sideways, and slipped his cock into her cunt, slowly rocking back into the upright position as she slipped it in and smiled at him.

"Now, you have two choices, satisfy me and I will release you, or fail and well, only I have the keys," she said, smiling at him, and began to lift her cunt up and down his shaft in long, slow, deliberate strokes.

"You, ah, you don't mean that do ah, yes, easy nice so nice, yes, you," he said as she raised and fell slowly, taking his cock all in and almost all out.

"I would concentrate on satisfying me, and not talking, if you don't wish to know," she said, still smiling, but it wasn't a nice smile. There was an evil side to her, he didn't know about, but like this, she was fun to be with.

He should after the way she treated the prisoners, she enjoyed using the cane and whip on them, it was there in her eyes as she whipped them, now he had become a victim, of hers.

She began to rise and fall faster and faster, harder and harder ramming his cock into her clit for all she was worth, then she stopped went tense, and her orgasm dribbled from her clit onto his groin as she had her first orgasm. Then she began again he was panting, she was panting, but she kept on ramming his cock into her, their thighs slapping as she rammed it in, then she went tense again, her clit flexing as her second orgasm rippled through her.

"That was two, after the next orgasm, you can cum," she said with a smile, as she began again ramming him into her, as she climaxed for the third time he was now desperate to cum and holding on for dear life. She rolled off and took him in her mouth and sucked on him until he came. Judy smiled at him and swallowed deliberately, showing him that she had swallowed.

"Well, Judy, do I get released?" he asked joking.

"No, you don't, this way I can have you again, if I so wish," she said and slipped under the covers.

"Judy it does get cold when you are not covered up out here in the desert," he said.

"Will that affect your performance?" she asked.

"Of course it will," he replied.

So Judy covered him up, and turned onto her side with her back to him.

"Judy this isn't funny, come on? I did satisfy you, didn't I? And you said," he was saying.

"I know what I said, you just shouldn't have been so good, I now don't want to lose you, but ok I will release you," she said and kissed him hard, laughing at his nervousness.

They had sex before they got up, and she again had multiple orgasms, so it was no wonder they were both smiling as they entered the barn.

This time the man on the chariot was a new man, the other one was put on another chariot, and he drove them to an arena.

Wide and long it stretched into the distance as they saw the arena for the first time.

The chariots were directed into an area to the side of the arena, Julies team were halted in a fenced off part, facing the back wall. The driver got off and went away, a stable lad, for the want of a better description, took the reins and tied them to a rail fastened to the wall then left them.

"When I call action I want this area to be busy, you have all seen the old films about Ben Hurr and the old formula one programmes; well that is what this area is. It's the pits for formula one, so busy, busy, busy, clean the chariot, make it shine, brush the horses down, wash them, busy, busy, busy. Lights, camera, and action," the director called out.

Julie watched as the camera followed the star and his leading lady talking, she was begging him not to take part in the race as usual, and he was ignoring her pleas.

The stable lad come groom came over to them and began washing them down with cold water, soaping them and hosing it off, then checking all the traces polishing the brasses and fastenings in readiness for the race.

To Julie's right there was uproar, as a driver started to beat one of the women, it was Brenda, Julie could tell that it wasn't acting, and wondered what Brenda had done wrong, she was yelling as he beat her.

"Cut, cut, cut," the director shouted and filming stopped, the director turned on him.

"You bloody fool, we are actors and ok, these are tits and clits, just a fanny for us to use as we want; but she still has to run the race. We don't have time to get another one and train her up. If you have injured her I will sack you and you will never work in the industry again," the director shouted and called for someone to make sure Brenda wasn't too severely injured.

That said it all to Julie; he didn't seem to care about Brenda, just the time it would take to get a substitute. Luckily for the actor it was decided that she wasn't badly injured, and the man said that his whip would make sure that she ran. The director changed the scene slightly and she was to be the first to crash taking her out of the race early.

Julie was worried about Brenda she limped, he had beaten her with a stick on her buttocks and thighs and had brought blood, they patched her up and then they went to the next scene which was the horses being put in the racing chariots, and the hive of industry as the chariots were prepared. That done the drivers got on their chariots and they were driven out into the arena and to the starting point.

The director called cut and they were taken for lunch and a drink, but told not to drink too much, but for Julie and the other prisoners, it was a bucket of salad and water where they stood. After the star had, had his rest, they were taken back to the starting line and the men mounted their chariots; the director gave them their final instructions.

"Ok, now horses; you pull on the reins eager to get away, drivers you hold them back till the handkerchief is dropped, then it is all out, Dickus Longus wins, so you all race for the first lap, then you allow him to overtake you, and don't have the accidents in front of him," he stressed, "Cameras, lights," he paused, "action," he yelled, and Julie did as instructed pulling as if eager to get away.

Alison took the idea and also pulled, it hurt their mouths as he pulled them back, but that was better than the cane, which always hung over their heads, like the sword of Damocles. They watched the man now up on the ledge over the track as he lifted the handkerchief.

"Don't look bitch," Dickus Longus said quietly.

They both stopped looking and then he yelled, "Giddy up, hiya," and cracked the reins on their backs and they shot off.

The team nearest the inside hit the bend first, Julie's team were in fourth place, now running hell for leather down the back straight. Julie had a competitive spirit and wanted to win; it was her nature, and put all she had into the race. Alison was not a competitor, and that held Julie back, but even so, the whip soon had Alison also pulling. There were two chariots behind them, they heard a thud and some screams as the last two chariots crashed and overturned, Brenda was out of the race.

Dickus Longus took the inside line and passed the two in front of them and moved up into second place, going past the slower chariots on the inside. Just after the second bend, they again heard yells from behind as that chariot took the corner to tight and hit the central island and overturned. Julie ran for all her might, they had gained two places as they passed the winning post for the first time, which the director had situated just before the start, one more lap to go. Three out of the race and three left in, they were running alongside the leader. They heard the crack of the whip as they came under attack from the other driver who was imitating a fight with Dickus Longus, but the whip missed him deliberately, hitting Julie on several occasions and drawing blood from her shoulder. They were worn out and still had half a lap to do, Alison was slowing Julie was panting, the other driver was regaining the lead on them. They had to win, he slowed a little just to give them the edge as he was supposed to do, then his team stopped dead, Jenifer had collapsed and the last chariot crashed into it running over Kimberly, but that chariot survived. Round the last bend and the only other driver left in the race now was closing on them. Dickus Longus had reined them in, for him to catch up, and there was another fight, whips and wheels clashing nearly throwing them off balance, neck and neck now they raced for the line. Dickus now whipped them, again and again as he pushed them to win. Once over the line ahead by a head, they slowed and stopped, he whipped them into giving him a victory round, whilst he waved jubilantly at the empty stands, they staggered around exhausted.

The director called out, "Cut," and that scene was in the can, much to the relief of the women. Sweating and exhausted they stood around panting, looking at the scene of devastation, overturned chariots with the women still in the traces who were now being removed, and some carried off on stretchers. They reset the cameras, and the director called again for the lights, the camera and for action. Dickus Longus drove them into the pits as it had been called, and got off. He hugged his woman and accepted the cheers and plaudits as the victor. Julie and Alison, battered and bruised; knelt down too weary to stand anymore, but unable to lie down because of the chariot.

The director called cut, and that was the end of the day, he complimented all around for an excellent day's work, for the star that is; Julie and Alison were unceremoniously dragged to their feet by Judy, as were the other prisoners, the ones still standing, the injured were in the van by now. Judy rang the prison and asked for the ambulance for the ones too severely injured to go back in the van. Once the ambulance arrived, the injured were loaded into it, and they were off back to the prison hospital, for treatment.

The ones not seriously injured were led back to the stable, a crew member unhitched them and they were fed and watered. They rested then looked around the barn, the bits in their mouths, had been removed, the film was over; they looked at their friends and were able to see which ones were missing.

Julie asked if anyone knew what the damage to their friends was, one of the women said that there were two with broken arms, Kimberly had a broken leg, and several had numerous broken ribs, cuts and bruises, from which even Alison and Julie had not escaped. No-one had escaped injury and that there were three suffering from heat exhaustion. Julie and Alison collapsed in a heap on the straw and went to sleep, battered and bruised.

After an hour or so for them to rest with the filming over, they were loaded into the back of the prison van and taken back to the prison. Where they were unloaded and with a smile from the Governor, they were directed to their cells, one day's rest then back to work. She also commented that she liked the bridles, and may make all the prisoners wear them in future, and then laughed.

The prisoners not in the infirmary, were taken to their cells and allowed to rest before dinner, which they ate in silence, too upset to talk, as were all the other prisoners. This had been a bad job, one woman fucked, one woman with a broken leg, two women with broken arms, and three with broken ribs, three of them also suffered heat stroke, and all twelve suffered sun burn, in varying degrees. Out of the twelve women sent on the job, only Julie had managed not to be too badly affected, her fitness from her running as an athlete prior to being arrested had made all the difference, for her.