Chained Cargo by Lesley Owen Page A

clearly. There were two substantial vertical metal posts fixed into the floor about five foot apart and eight foot high. There were three identical horizontal bars running between them finished by rings at their ends that ran around the posts allow ing them to slide up and down. The re was also a low third post mid-way between the main posts , it had shiny round end to it .
    “ I was told to turn around and move back so that my back touched the bars. The man I had seen sorting tools started to adjust the bars up and down. He slacken ed knobs on the outside of the posts to allow them to slide. He started with the top bar and got it level with my neck. Meanwhile the guard started to remove my manacles, freeing my wrists. The second and third bars had now been placed, level with my armpits and waist. The guard removed my ankle bands and chains and placed them on one of the tables. He then removed my collar. I was so relieved to be rid of them all.
    “ I was told to walk around the posts to the anvil. I had to kneel in front of it and place my wrists on it. After looking at the size of my wrists the other blacksmith selected two thin iron wrist bands and pushed them over my hands onto my wrists. They were essentially open rings. He then held each one in turn with pliers and hammered them shut. They were tight enough to remain in place but not too tight to be of discomfort. I was told to place my neck down on the anvil with my head face down over its edge. A much larger ring was slid around my neck and was hammered shut. The hammering was unpleasant as the collar took much more effort to close. I was then told to lie on my back and place my ankles in the anvil. As I lifted my head I could feel the weight of the collar. Modesty made me cover my sex as I lay down. Similar iron bands were place on my ankles.
    “ I then had to go back to the iron frame and put my back against the bars and face the anvil. T he low middle post brush ed the inside of my thighs as I moved my back against the frame . It came to a few inches below my crotch. The two blacksmiths took my arms, lifted them behind my back and then over the bar level with my armpits . They pulled them down to my sides making me arch my back as the bar dug into upper arms and armpits. I yelled in pain as they attached my wrist bands by locking rings to the waist bar. They each took a leg and spread them to meet the post s, where they attached my ankle bands by locking rings to rings low down on the posts. I was now helpless and unable to move much except my head. However my collar was soon attached at the back to the top horizontal bar, which they moved upwards to tighten the collar against my neck making my head bend down slightly. Attention was now paid to the post between my legs. It was pulled upwards and thrust high into my vagina, then fixed in place.
    “ I was completely helpless and unable to move. My chest was thrust forwards and my backside stuck out behind. My arched back ached and I could feel the sweat pouring down my spine. I watched as a blacksmith placed a number of irons into the hot coals. The other was s elect ing rings or links from boxes on the walls.
    “ I heard voices from behind. The prison governor step ped in front of me , he was accompanied by a well-dressed woman. I was horrified, it was Danielle! S he had gone to such a length to follow me to the prison . I learnt later that she had secretly paid the prison authorities extra to give me a special regime of hard punishment during my years on the island. S he took a good look at my body , gave me a sly smil e, and told me she had come to witness my bran ding. I shall I’ll never forget it.
    “ The governor told me what was in store for me. In addition to my sentence of twelve years hard labour , my sentence ha d been modified due to the serious nature of my crime. Normally life sentences incur multiple brandings, but I was to receive these as well. Also I was going to be ring ed in addition to my