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Margaret heard the call, but hesitated to answer it. Her poor vision made her extra cautious in a situation where she already had no possible idea of what to expect. The girls around her inched forward, which apparently wasn't fast enough. The men with the cattle prods started encouraging the girls forward with a few well placed shocks. Not wanting to get prodded, Margaret walked forward, not too fast, not too slow. She didn't want to stand out from the crowd in anyway. She joined the line and stood there, looking down at her dusty feet. She was in desperate need of a bath! He skin was covered in a thick coat of dust and grim and she was more than a little smelly. Her only solace was that every other girl was in the exact same condition she was.
She heard the beeping of a truck backing up. Turning to her left she could see a large truck with a big trailer backing up to one of the pen's gates. All at once it stopped with a loud thunk! The pen's gate was pulled open and so were the trailer's metal double doors. She watched as the men quickly pulled a ramp down. The wheels were already turning in Margaret's mind. They were going into the trailer and there wasn't a thing she or any of the other girls could do about it.
“Okay, get 'em moving!” She heard one of the men call out. The line started moving forward toward the trailer. Sure enough, that's where they were going.
A girl a few places up in the line stepped out, fell to her knees before the man giving the order, and in a pitiful whine seemed to be begging not to go—her hand clasped together in front of her face as if in prayer. She only got a few noises out before he laughed and pushed her over with his boot. The girl gave out a cry and fell back onto the ground almost hitting Margaret.
Margaret felt like she should kneel down and help the girl, but as she stopped the same man grabbed her by the arm and forced her along.
“Get moving, cunt!” He growled, grabbing the next few girls behind her and forcing them along too.
A moment later, Margaret, as she rubbed her arm, cringed as she heard the repeated crackling sounds that the prods made, followed by the squeal of the girl who'd stepped out of line. She looked over her shoulder to see three of them men prodding her repeatedly. The girl, was wrapped up in a little ball in the dirt, shaking and crying out. But her protests fell on deaf ears. All at once the dirt became wet under her. Margaret blushed and looked forward, determined that such a thing wouldn't happen to her.
Surely, such a thing wasn't legal! She would bide her time. Wait until these men were off guard. There had to be a moment when she could escape. But then what? She was naked, voiceless, and wearing a cowbell around her neck and plastic tag in her ear. What's more her father had sold her. She'd seen the money change hands. Where could a fourteen year old girl go at a time like this? She couldn't go home. Even if she told him and her mother what had happened there was no guarantee that they weren't in on it. She could be sent right back here, or sold to someone else.
She couldn't go and she certainly could stay. What could she do?
The metal ramp was rough under her bare feet. She stepped slowly into what she could now see was a small cattle trailer. Her little nose wrinkled, from the smell of the trailer, it was one that had recently been used for cattle and afterwards not been cleaned out very well. She stepped lightly, the ground was littered with cow manure and she didn't want to step in any, but it was unavoidable. She made it five steps in before stepping in a full on pie. She shuddered, and almost threw up her breakfast. Only through extreme force of personal will did she keep her “milk” and feed down.
The girls were packed in tighter and tighter until there was standing room only. She found herself sandwiched between the narrowly slatted wall of the trailer and two other girls who were both nearly a head taller than she was. Suddenly she was not so comforted by the fact that everyone else smelled as bad as she did. The tight confines of the trailer filled up with the body oder of over twenty teenage girls. Margaret thought she might throw up again. She turned toward the wall and stuck her nose between the slats and breathed desperately.
“Have a nice trip, ladies!” She heard from the trailer's entrance and with that the doors closed with a terrible clang. In the dim light of the trailer the girls milled about. Many started crying, a terrible half human cry that set Margaret's teeth on edge. It was the only thing that kept her from doing it herself. She scrunched up next to the wall and held her ears as the truck started and the trailer lurched forward.
The trailer sped on down the dirt road. The air in the trailer became thick with dust. All the girls coughed, choked and squinted their eyes. Margaret was forced to turn from her only source of fresh air or be asphyxiated with dusts. She turned and faced the other girls who were pressed up against her, her hand up over her mouth and nose as she coughed. All three stood there awkwardly, their dust reddened eyes downcast. Each one of them taking visible pains not to touch the other's breasts or anything else like that. Without the powers of speech they could not communicate their embarrassment, but it was pretty clear what they were thinking.
Margaret wondered if any of the other girls were thinking about escape too. Surely they all were. If only she could talk to them. Then she wouldn't feel so alone. Still, the question returned to her, where could she go if she were to escape?
Why, to the police, of course! But then she'd end up in an orphanage probably. And she didn't want that. What was she thinking? Anything...Anything would be better than where she was. The first chance she got, the first chance, she would run for it. If she could just get some regular people to see her, voice or not, they would know something was wrong. Margaret blushed at the thought, but told herself again, she'd do what was necessary to escape and make this sick, cruel men pay for what they'd done!
She imagined herself standing outside a bared prison wall. Them inside breaking rocks in the hot noon day sun. And she'd laugh at them. She'd laugh! And throw rocks too!
Just thinking about it made her smile.
Their journey continued into the night. Soon after the sun set, the cries began again. Margaret couldn't help it this time, she joined in herself. Her eerie cry mingling with the others. She wanted to be home in her bed more than anything in her entire life. She could have kicked herself for ever complaining about her life before. She vowed, as tears muddied up her dusty face, that if she ever did get out of there, she would never complain again.
She woke up to the morning light. Her first conscious thought of the morning was her surprise at being able to sleep standing up. They were still moving, but thankfully they weren't on a dirt road anymore. Still, she coughed from the dust still in her lungs. Her mouth more sticky than dry, like fly paper. Her tongue kept sticking to the roof of her mouth. She tried to work up some saliva, but without much success. Her throat hurt even more than it did yesterday and her legs were tired from standing all night. She was desperate to get out and she was hungry too. Her stomach gurgled and rumbled. She told it, mentally, to shut up. Even if they were going to feed her again, it would probably just be the same slop as before.
In her sleepy state, Margaret suddenly became aware of the painfully full condition of her bladder. Her Uncle would have asked, “Are your teeth swimming?” It was a gross saying, she'd gag every time he said it, but at that moment she fully understood it for the first time. As other girls awoke, doubtlessly in a similar condition to her, she crossed her legs and bit into her lower lip. She tried to think of other things, but found that all she could imagine was a picture of Niagara Falls that she was in her Geography textbook. Her tired legs trembled with effort and she found herself bouncing up and down involuntarily. Still, despite her best efforts, she felt like someone had an air pump attached to her insides and was mercilessly pumping her up. She reached down, once again being careful not to touch any of the other girls and desperately held her crotch as her bouncing intensified.
It seemed an eternity, but it had probably only been a few minutes. She felt something warm on her dirty foot. For a moment she though she'd lost control, but then she realized that even if that would have been extremely embarrassing, she was not feeling the relief from having an accident. She looked at the girl closest to her. The poor blond, probably about the same age as Margaret, was crying into her palms, her body wracked with sobs. Margaret's gaze traveled downward to the other girl's nether regions and gave a start. There was a yellow stream coming from the girl and dribbling all over Margaret's foot. The small girl let out a squeal and tried to jerk away, but bumped against the trailer wall. It felt like a balloon had popped inside of her. Less than a moment later she was dribbling on the floor too, and sobbing just like the other girl. She had to get out of there!
The ride continued into the early afternoon until finally the trailer started to slow down. Margaret looked frantically out of the slats to try to see where she was. At first, all she saw was dust and some kind of large, white, cinder block building. There were a lot of pickup trucks parked around, but she couldn't see much else before the trailer was backed into the building. All at once, the trailer stopped. It was a strange sensation to be still after moving for so long nonstop.
Margaret looked through the slats. It was a big building, with a dirt floor. Far to her right she could see metal bleachers, but not much else from her limited angle and limited eye sight. The girls were all restless, herself included. They shifted from side to side and made little moaning noises as they awaited their fate.
The big steel doors opened with a ear splitting creak. Electric light flooded into the compartment. As her eyes were adjusting to the light, a man's voice boomed from somewhere in front of them, “Okay, cunts, out you go! Come on! Come on! ”
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