Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories.


Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn't make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn't know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there.

Meanwhile, the hotel check-in clerk phoned the police. "A new girl has just checked in. You know the drill."

Katrina had dozed off and was suddenly kicked awake when she was yanked up and her hands placed in cuffs. There were two burly male police officers.

"What do you think you're doi... mmmmphhh!"

her protest was cut short when a ring gag was placed in her mouth. One officer held her arms and the other said "you are under arrest for trespassing on a private part of the beach. You will be taken to the police station and then to court tomorrow for sentencing."

She screamed through her gag as she was dragged to a pick-up type truck and placed in a cage in the back. The journey to the police station was uneventful and Katrina cried at her current situation. Nobody else looked at her or felt any pity. A female being driven in a cage was a normal occurrence here. After half an hour or so the truck drove through a heavy iron gate and stopped. Katrina was dragged out and taken inside the police station and made to stand in front of a desk. Her hands were uncuffed and the man at the desk said "strip."

She was still only in her bikini. She tried to talk through her gag but the words were just gibberish.

"Strip now or these officers will do it for you!"

Katrina still crying slowly took off her bikini. Then without a word a heavy metal yoke was locked around her neck and her arms at the sides out of the way. She was taken to two poles and the yoke attached to them. Her ankles were secured to the bottoms of the poles leaving her pussy on full display. Her face burned with shame. The officers played with her breasts then left leaving Katrina with the man who was sitting at the desk. Without a word he took scissors and grabbed a large portion of her hair and cut it off.

"Don't struggle too much if you don't want to be hurt bitch!"

She resigned to her fate and let him cut her hair, sobbing as she watched her beautiful locks fall to the floor. The officer then got a shaver and soon she had no hair on her head at all. A cream was then applied to her scalp that would keep her permanently bald. It burned and she screamed herself hoarse. The same process was applied to her pussy. The officer then got a tattoo gun and wrote "#180" on her forehead in permanent black ink.

"Your name is #180. Forget your old name."

She wanted to touch her sore body parts but was still in the yoke. A chastity belt was put on her. A chain leash was attached to the front of her yoke and she was released from the poles. She was lead through a door and down some stairs and thrown into a filthy cell. There was no toilet and the floor was covered in shit. Katrina got some of it in her mouth when she landed. She coughed and gagged and spit frantically. She sat in a corner and drew her knees to her chest. She eventually had to pee and did it sitting there. She felt like the lowliest of animals. Even pigs were kept in better conditions. It was very hard to sleep and she eventually had no choice but to lie on her back in the shit. She awoke when the door opened. It wasn't morning yet. A man came in naked except for a gas mask.

"You must be thirsty", he said.

He then grabbed her head and pissed in her mouth. Katrina gagged. He then turned her around and lifted her ass and inserted his unlubricated cock into her tight ass. The chastity belt only allowed anal sex. Katrina was still a virgin although she had used vibrators. She wasn't enthusiastic about anal sex and this hurt like never before. He eventually came and took his cock out of her ass.

"Get used to that bitch. Your diet from now on will consist only of piss and cum."

He left the cell and Katrina again cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Katrina was suddenly awake when a high-pressure hose was sprayed on her.

"Stand up #180 so I can clean you properly!"

She struggled and then she was sprayed again and nearly fell again.

"You are going to court today".

Katrina hoped she would be released and could leave this awful island. She wondered why she wasn't assigned a lawyer. She guessed the gag would never come out. She was released from the heavy yoke. The officer through an old sack at her.

"Put on your new uniform #180!"

She quickly put it on and her hands were cuffed behind her back and a chain padlocked around her neck acted as a leash. She was lead to the same truck she arrived here in and driven for about 15 uneventful minutes to the courthouse. It was a small one-roomed building. The judge looked very old maybe 80. Without even looking at Katrina or wanting to hear anything she had to say he said "Life with hard labour. Take her away!"

Her struggles and muffled protests were ignored as she was dragged back to the truck. This drive was longer than any other and she sobbed until she had laryngitis. The truck drove slowly through streets where people laughed at her. Some spit on her and threw food at her. She was so hungry having had nothing since breakfast the previous day she licked any food that stuck to her. The truck eventually got to open roads and the hot sun burned her body. Her forced open mouth was very dry. After what seemed like an eternity she arrived at some sort of farm. Here she saw other women who were hoeing fields. There were around twenty. There were two buildings a barn and a small open shed with a blacksmith shop. A small house was attached to the shed. Katrina was lead to the blacksmith and told to sit down with her ankles on an anvil. Heavy leg irons were put on her and fixed permanently with rivets. Her wrists and neck followed. A heavy 6-foot chain was attached to her collar. She was then lead to the fields and her chain attached to the last woman in the line. She was given a hoe.

"Get to work bitch! If you fail to keep up you will be lashed."

Katrina saw another woman being whipped and was very frightened. She started hacking at the hard ground as fast as she could but not fast enough and she soon got her first taste of a bull whip. She screamed and but despite the pain, she felt her pussy getting wet. She went slowly on purpose just to be whipped. She stumbled as the coffle moved across the field. When the day finally ended the others were lead to the barn for the night. For her "laziness" Katrina was lead to a wooden structure that looked like a capital H sitting on a concrete platform. A chain hanging from the horizontal beam was attached to the back of her collar. Her leash chain was fed through a ring bolt in the concrete floor until she was 90 degrees at her waist. Her wrist shackles were also attached to the floor.

"You will learn to work harder", said the guard.

Katrina's back was already in agony. The guard left and returned with a plastic bottle filled with piss and cum. She was so thirsty she swallowed it all. The guard then raped her anally.

"Have a nice night bitch", he said and left.

Katrina got no sleep at all as when she dropped off her collar dug into her neck choking her. After a long agonising night, she was again coffled to the others for work. She worked harder this time, anything to avoid another night chained to the wooden beam. The women were allowed a 15-minute break in the afternoon and they all sat down exhausted. The woman next to Katrina felt sorry for her. She had "#179" on her forehead.

'A beautiful woman like her doesn't belong here', she thought. But of course, she could not help Katrina or herself and gave Katrina a comforting hug. Katrina sobbed and #179 held her close. She was around 30. the oldest woman looked around 50. Katrina was the youngest. The guards then fucked all 21 women orally and anally then ordered them to continue working. When the day was over again the coffle was lead to the barn. There was a light which was on all the time. The floor was covered with straw and there was a trough filled with piss and cum. The thirsty women drank from it then lay exhausted in the straw Katrina and #179 hugged each other close and fell asleep. After only 5 hours of sleep, the women were again lead to the fields for another day of hard labour.