Samia and her Yoke are Put to Use

She hadn’t noticed at first, but when she stood, she saw the hooks under each side of her yoke.

A couple of the guards she’d just sucked off entered her cell with a bucket half full of water each.

Soon the buckets were attached to the hooks either side of Samia’s yoke. They weighed her down so much, making her back ache.

“Get walking,” the leader snapped. “We need to deliver this water to the other prisoners up on the mountain.”

Samia looked up, her eyes wide with fear and anger. She knew what this meant - another day of gruelling labour, with her yoke dragging behind her, heavy with water on both sides.

Samia's heart sank. It was a long march up the mountain, and the weight of the buckets would only drain her strength further. She was exhausted, both in her eyes and body. She began to walk, but was slow due to the extra weight and the position the yoke held her in. She had to walk sideways to get out of her cell and through all the doorways out of here.

She also knew that this was a test of her endurance and her willpower. If she could survive this, there would only be more challenges ahead. She had to do it. After today, there were only five days of **** left.

Samia took a deep breath, gripping the handles of the buckets tightly. The guards watched her with squinty eyes, daring her to show any sign of weakness.

She lifted her head high, her eyes fixed on the path ahead.

As they started walking, Samia could feel the weight of the water tugging at her shoulders, back and hips. Her muscles screamed in protest, but she kept moving, one foot in front of the other, focusing on her breathing to keep her mind clear.

As she trudged up the steep mountain path, her arms burning from the weight of the full buckets, she could feel her spirit begin to waver. The sun beat down on her back, and she could feel the sweat trickling down her face.

But she refused to let her captors see her break. She had to stay strong and see this through.

At the top of the mountain, she saw the other prisoners - men and women, young and old - all chained together, their faces etched with weariness and despair. They had been here for weeks, maybe even months, and Samia could see the toll it was taking on them.

The guards handed the buckets to the prisoners, who struggled to take them from the hooks.

Once the buckets were removed, and the prisoners given their rations of water, Samia was allowed a little to drink. It made her dry mouth and throat sticky. Her body was sore and sweaty from the walk. The prisoners' eyes looked her over. There were a few who made Samia's skin crawl at what they might do with her, given the chance.

"Here's an incentive," the leader of the guards said to the other prisoners. "Whoever does the best job today, gets to spend ten minutes with this whore after sunset." He gave Samia's ass cheek a slap, which made her step forwards in a flinch.

Samia gasped as the eyes looked over her naked body. The empty buckets were attached to the hooks of her yoke.

"Time for your next deliver, and hurry up about it. You better make at least five deliveries before sunset, or you're in for a severe punishment tonight."