Suddenly she felt a nasty tickling on the body. "Cockroaches!" - flashed through my head. She abruptly jumped to her feet and frantically shaken her hands with calves of invisible insects. After a minute, she realized the futility of her own actions and tiredly sank down on crusts, feeling with disgust how many microscopic annoying tenacious legs centimeter by centimeter stubbornly mastered her sweaty skin, trying to penetrate the most delicate corners of the body. Her legs from squatting quickly numb and tired of fighting sleep, she fell on her side with relief. Irina tightly closed her eyes and tightly pressing one hand to the perineum, and the other putting her head under, fell asleep.

15

She was awakened by a loud tramp of feet on a wooden floor, given in a thud to her head. The door to her stall swung open and a puny young man of southern appearance in an old camouflage jacket and tattered tights quickly unhooked her from the hinge in the wall, pulled the leash up, trying to lift Irina to her feet. With the third attempt he succeeded, not without the help of the latter. He led her into a wide passage, and fastened to the five girls already connected to each other. A minute later they were taken to the street, where the rest of the women were already chilling from the cold wind.

The overcast morning sky stretched from horizon to horizon, illuminating a vast territory with gray adobe buildings with a steady light. On the randomly sticking out of the same wooden poles with slack wires hung off lights in the form of female wide-brimmed hats. The grass was low, low, through which the curved paths were trodden was covered with wet cold dew.

The platform in front of the stable, to which women were led out, was filled with various kinds of people. Characteristic noses with a small hump and thick vegetation on the faces of most of them they all belonged to the same ethnic group. The young boys openly stared at the frightened women, exchanging with each other, obviously, all sorts of greasy jokes. Older men, most of whom were standing in groups, talking animatedly about something, occasionally glancing at the horses. Suddenly, two riders on real horses drove into the field. All at once fell silent. One of them dismounted and several adult men immediately ran up to him, separated from the general group nearby ... He was wearing a rough leather brown jacket and breeches, tucked into dusty black boots. Judging by the respectful looks of those around him, he was obviously the main on this island. Turning to the chilly women, the rider spoke loudly and quickly with a characteristic accent:

- I Misha. But for you I am the Master ... And you each have your own number instead of a name. So I'm the main person here. This whole island is mine. And all who came here belong to me. Your contracts are just pieces of paper for me. Here is the main rule: you are told - you do! You do well - it means everything is good. Badly you will be punished. You will be here as much as necessary. Who will be ready - he will leave. Who is not ready - he will be here until he is ready. And I will make each one ready. And if you fail, you will work here. I have a lot of work! Training is your life and the way to get out of here. Everyone who works here ... my guys ... in short, who deals with you - you have to obey them. Then you will be fed and not punished too ...

He cleared his throat and continued:

“All these electrical things of yours ... I am not a supporter.” Maybe this is convenient, but I do not like it all. Better for you - a good whip. But they asked me so and I promised that I would do it.Then each of you will go to his own master, when I make you good obedient horses. But now your master is me! Then what I wanted to say ...

Misha pointed to the three men standing around him:

- Isa, Ruslan and Nurik will deal with you directly. You will listen to them. They are also your masters. And in general, the rest of my guys, who else here can still help them. Therefore, they are also your masters. You will do everything you need ...

One of the men said something to Misha in his ear.

- Yes! We also have a doctor. This is Jora, - he pointed out with his hand to a huge peasant, reminiscent of the build of an orangutan. Long arms hung to the knees. The face was hidden by a gauze bandage, and a yellow travel vest was draped over a white coat.

- You will get to know him better! He also has assistants, yes ... He will do so that you do not get sick and can train or work every day. Who will train well, he may not work. So what to work? This island is still very recent. I want a good camp here. But not yet built. It is very useful to train and work too. Because after you new ones will come too and they will need to train and live in good conditions. And now the conditions are not very - you saw. It's a bit cold for now, but if you train or work well, you will warm up. I'll talk to each of you later! And now, then you will go to train for the first time. We have a good stadium. Large stadium. Isa will take you there now ... Isa, come on!

A tall, well-built man in a black sheep's hat, something cried out loudly and several Highlanders quickly ran up to the women. Hooking everyone into a long line, they were led along a broad, well-trodden path into the depths of the territory.

The stadium turned out to be a huge polygon, enclosed by a palisade, along which wooden pillars with video cameras rose at regular intervals. The middle of the site was a chopping area with mowed grass with small hills and ravines. Nearby rested, sadly drooping head-bucket, yellow excavator. And in the center of the plot, a bulldozer was quietly rumbling, equaling a small hill overgrown with bushes, and several sad horses stood nearby melancholy ... A wide improvised road was laid along the perimeter, obviously, the same bulldozer.

They stopped near the warped cabins-trailer, with small windows and a variety of antennas on the roof. On the bench by the porch, two workers in padded jackets and worn out boots played cards. A third, crouching nearby, enthusiastically poking around at one of several ATVs standing by the road. Seeing the procession arrived, they were distracted from their affairs and began to stare at women with interest.

One of the accompanying men shouted something gaily to the builders and they laughed out loud. Having unfastened the first woman in the column, she was driven inside. A few minutes later she came out with a remote control dangling on the collar loop and immediately fell into the hands of one of the escorting men with a gloomy face. He unhooked the remote and checked the connection with the module, forcing the woman to walk a few steps in different directions. Nodding in satisfaction, he directed her to the top of the road. Irina entered the trailer last. In the middle of a relatively clean gut of a shed, hammered by all sorts of medical cabinets and drawers, stood remotely resembling a doctor, Zhora. But from a medical professional, he had no rubber gloves, a white robe and a gauze mask. He had the orangutan complexion. With long arms, a slouching back and a dark-red beard sticking out from under the mask, he stared at Irina and with his eyes pointed at a low couch, with a carelessly covered sheet. At the couch there was another puny-looking medic with the same mask on his face. He pulled Irina on a couch and, putting her on his knees, abruptly bent her forward, putting cancer and strongly with both hands parted the buttocks. The woman screamed in surprise, but immediately received a ringing slap on the ass.Gritting her teeth she paused. After a second, she felt a rough cold penetration into the anus and, through a barely perceptible movement inside herself, realized that they were inserting a sheath. A minute later, Zhora inserted a capsule with a control module greased with cold gel. She came out of the carriage with thin wires stretched along the body to the nipples, glued to the skin with an inconspicuous adhesive tape. A short black tourniquet habitually hung between the buttocks. Some kind of ... Read more →