Day 2: Yard Work

The sun arose the next morn, although you couldn't tell from within the dank hole that was the dungeon Zira currently resided. A splash of water startled the poor girl awake from her slumber, "Get up Prisoner 54322! Time to work. You already missed breakfast so I hope you'll be at least somewhat useful," said the guard for her cell block holding an empty bucket. Zira slowly got to her feet then started to shiver from the cold underground air on her wet skin and hair.

"Hey, can I get some clothes," she managed to say through her chattering teeth.

"Fresh out. 'sides, we don't got lady clothes 'round 'ere. Ninety percent of our inmates are male. And most of that are elves fanks in part to systematic racism that 'inders them in non-elven society and drives young elven men to a life of crime. A shame it is...Also, the ladies we do get come I in here with clothes."

The profound statement from the guard had been unsuspected and made Zira think for a second before she refocused on her current situation. "Isn't there something you could give me? I'm freezing!", she asked while towing behind her escort down the hall of empty cells, clutching her breasts, hands pierced by erect brown nipples.

"No. I'm not allowed to give out anything to inmates...well at least the ones I don't like and aren't likely to stab me in me sleep. Really this is you're fault. You're the one who tried to steal a gem from a museum...in the nude..."

Zira pouted as she continued her walk down the cell block, up the stairs and through the guard barracks. The two arrived at a large wooden door that was promptly opened by the wise prison guard to reveal a large enclosed space filled with mining equipment, a quarry, some lumber, and dozens of prisoners and guards watching over them. The gypsy grew embarrassed as all eyes came to her as she was roughy cast into the prison yard by the guard who left and shut the door behind him. She came back to her feet from the warm rocky ground and saw another guard approach, "Well well, look who's up. Now get to work. You can chop up some wood over or cut stone over there."

Zira decided to grab a pickaxe and head over to the quarry, clutching the thing to her body with her forearms over her breasts and elbows toward the earth to try to cover herself. Still, one had a great view from any side; but mostly the sides and especially the back. Many prisoners and guards alike took long and unbroken stared at the girl as she walked across the prison yard. The time came when she arrived at a pile of rocks and all haulted their work to watch the gypsy stand there looking back at them, having to muster the courage to move her pick away from herself. It took some time, but she eventually raised the pick above her head and showed off the rest of her glorious tits.

The sharp head came down onto the rock, causing chunks to fall of and fly outward. Ass bent outward, breasts bouncing, naked as the day she was born, it was hard not to keep loooking at one of the most beautiful women on the planet especially when she was like this. A whip cracked, "Haven't you seen a naked woman before?! Get back to work! All of ya!", yelled the man who had greeted Zira earlier that she now assumed was the yard boss.

Hours went on by and Zira lost herself in her work, letting her guard down and forgetting about the embarrassing situation. She just swung her pick over head again and again, working up a sweat from the labor and the heat of the burning sun. All of the men had gone back to work, but still lost focus to the naked girl with the pick axe. Prisoners were reminded with the crack of a whip and guards with the smack of a club. After some time the boss thought to switch her over to lumber, but it didn't help at all. There she did the same thing except she had to do a lot more bending over to give a great view of her plump, brown ass.

When the midday break rolled around, the labor boss decided to just send Zira back inside. All the men were left to sit in the yard and take a lunch break while Zira took hers back to her cell. Food was in their hands, but something else was on their minds. Dreams and ideas floated above all other thoughts to any straight man working in that yard, one of what they'd do if given the opportunity.