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Georgina

Chapter 8 The Half Yard Seam


GEORGINA - Chapter 8: The Half Yard Seam


At the bottom of the shaft several miners were eagerly awaiting Georgina.  Her feebly resisting naked body was grasped, groped and manhandled with unnecessary enthusiasm  towards a newly installed ventilation door sealing off the low tunnel at opposite side of the shaft to where she had been accustomed to work.   Worse assault upon her body was prevented by Mr Woods' repeatedly stressing the manager's strict instructions that she was not to be raped or sexually assaulted.

Mr Woods repeated to her the manager's order that she would be fed in accordance with the coal she fetched, and gestured to where a pick, hammer and shovel had been left for her.  He explained that she should not remove the pillars of coal left as they supported the roof, before bolting the door shut behind her, leaving her, shaking with disbelief at her treatment - in total darkness.

For several hours Georgina just lay curled up in a ball, she had decided not to give them the satisfaction of getting any coal for them but instead to just lie down and die.   As time passed hunger, cold and boredom made her start to move around, exploring her surroundings with her hands in the dark.   Crawling slightly uphill away from the door the roof rapidly lowered so she could only slither forward on her belly.  At least it was a lot drier here than lower down nearer the pump well where Ben  worked, but she could tell why they had chosen Dick to try working this thin seam, most of the stronger more heavily built hewers' shoulders would be too  broad for them to lie on their sides to use a pick.  Somewhat disorientated she collapsed face down and slept on and off for many hours.

When she finally awoke fully she began to wonder whether she really did want to die of starvation;  she was also desperately thirsty but had in the past avoided drinking the filthy groundwater trickling throughout the pit.  However when she cautiously tried licking some of the dribbling water seeping from the shale roof she found it slightly fresher than the foul contaminated puddles nearer the pump well further down the mine.  Feeling the little rivulets of water on the floor she guessed that if she followed them they might lead her back down to the ventilation door.   As she continued to drag herself along beneath the low roof of the tunnel it kept reminding her of her ordeal in the adit.  Slowly an idea came to her that, if she could get through the bolted door,  there was a slight chance that escape from the pit might be possible.

She lay curled up shivering and hungry by the ventilation door hearing the noises from the shaft and the hurriers shovelling coal.  Once Mr Woods opened the door to enquire if she had fetched any coal, she sullenly shook her head.   The slightly hollow emptiness in her belly grew to become a nagging, persistent pain which she tried to alleviate by clasping her hands in front of her and pressing them into her stomach as she curled forward.  Now unable to sleep she crawled to where the pick had been left and started dragging it up the tunnel.  She had intended hacking away at one of the nearby pillars left to support the roof so she would either get sufficient coal to exchange for something to eat or bring the roof down to finally end her misery. However as she prepared to strike the pillar with the pick she hesitated, terrified as she again visualized the hundreds of thousands of tons of stone above her dropping to instantly flatten her diminutive flesh and bones to nothingness.  She continued to crawl uphill beneath the lowering roof to where she assumed the coal face that Dick had been working was. 

Georgina's first few strikes at the coal face were totally ineffective.  Realizing much more effort was needed she lay on her side facing it and swung the pick with every bit of strength she could summon from her frail body, the skin being torn from her right shoulder by the jagged roof until at last a piece of coal was dislodged.  She repeated this process again and again until she was drenched in sweat and blood, the pain from the ripped and grazed skin of her shoulders and ribs surpassing that of her hollow shrivelled stomach.  After about five or six hours labour she collapsed, shaking with fatigue, to sleep for a while.  She awoke cold and stiff and started feeling around in the dark for the lumps of coal she had loosened.  Remembering Dicks description of working this almost impossibly thin seam she pushed and rolled as much coal as possible in front of her down the tunnel, but in the pitch black she seemed to have lost most of it by the time she reached the door.  She crawled back up and retrieved as many of the lost lumps as she could find on her next journey down.  Feeling the accumulated pile she knew that she hadn't gathered anywhere near a ton yet and collapsed in tears at her failure.

However when Mr Woods unbolted and opened the heavy door and looked in holding his candle at the small heap of coal and muttered "Right then, shovel that into the bucket then you can have some bread."

Crouching wearily Georgina first shovelled the coal through the door nearer to the shaft then staggering to her feet she carried it unsteadily a shovel full at a time to the bucket waiting to be winched up the shaft.  With shame she avoided eye contact with Mr Woods who was intently watching every painful movement of her sweat and blood soaked naked body by candlelight.  Once the bucket was full she looked round and saw young Agnes was there, grinning at her discomfort.

"Ive got to hurry for father on my own now, you bitch" she spat at Georgina.  Unhitched from her tub Agnes walked towards her carrying a shovel "He has to keep stopping to help me, I can't keep up on my own." She pulled back the shovel preparing to drive its sharp edge into Georgina's hollow belly but Mr Woods grabbed it and told her to get on with unloading her tub, before going to his locker and producing a small hunk of dry bread which he handed to Georgina.  She devoured the bread in an instant then scurried back through the door into the almost welcome darkness beyond.

When Georgina heard it go quiet the other side of the heavy wooden door she assumed that it was night and that the workers had all gone home.   Rather than waste her energy hewing coal she had decided to attack the heavy wooden ventilation door.   She waited for a further half hour or so to be sure no one was still at the pit head to hear any noise which might travel up the shaft then attacked the solid timber with her pick.   She struck it near the hinge  with a resounding crash.  Twice more she struck the same spot with all her strength.  As she felt the only slightly scarred wood with her fingers she was shocked to hear shouting, distant but getting nearer.   She lay still as the puzzled voices reached the foot of the shaft.   They didn't quite sound like the miners; then she recognized the voice of the surveyor who had accompanied them to the adit.  Now she recalled Ben telling her that when they weren't working the surveyors took the opportunity to go down the pit to measure what had been dug out and to set out new tunnels, she had assumed that meant Sundays but they evidently worked at night as well.

As she thought about her shameful treatment she wondered if, perhaps,  the surveyor was unaware of the manager's accusations against her and her predicament.  After all he had seen them both enter the adit working together and possibly seen the flood water pouring out while they were still in there?  Several times she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to shout,  but each time lost her nerve.   It was, she reflected,  just as likely that he was in league with the manager and had agreed with the cover up of the shameful circumstances of Dick's death.   Curled up into a shivering ball she fell asleep until awoken by the clamour of the miners starting work again in the morning.

She repeated her labours of the previous day and earned another meagre piece of dry, stale bread which did little to alleviate her pangs of hunger. 

Georgina felt herself becoming slowly weaker as the inadequate diet,  exhaustion and, perhaps, loss of blood all took their toll on her frail, abused body.   The longer it took her to hew and move coal the less frequently she was fed.  The less she fed the weaker she became.

She started to hew coal from a roof pillar not far in from the door.  When eventually she broke away the last piece of coal from between the floor and the low ceiling she lay on her back debilitated and forlorn staring blindly upwards in the darkness willing the roof to fall and crush her wasted carcass.   She counted her ribs,  she grasped her hollow belly and dug her fingertips in as hard as she could, she spread her skeletal thighs and fingered inside her cunt.  Desperate for anything to surpass the cramping hunger pain from her empty stomach she clutched her left breast with her left hand while the fore and middle fingers of her right hand massaged deep into her vagina as her thumb grasped her pubic bone, which now stood proud of her concave belly between the even greater, somewhat grazed, protrusions of her hip bones.  Aware of the rocky roof only inches above her, she remembered making love to Dick in the adit, and how she had then made herself come again as she massaged his cock seconds before he was drowned in the deluge of water, mud and rocks that had enveloped them.  Her fingers thrust and grasped frantically and she willed the rock to fall and crush her as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  She flung her arms out wide, arched her back and thrust her chest and belly up against the cold, hard,  damp roof, then screamed.  But to her disappointment she was still alive and gripped by hunger as she let her sweat drenched body go limp again.

Upon hearing the unearthly scream from behind the ventilation door Mr Woods ran to it and unbolted it.   Seeing the heap of coal Georgina had accumulated he called to her "Load the bucket and you can have another piece of bread."

She crawled out through the door and staggered to her feet using the shovel for support.   She knew she just did not have the strength left to shift perhaps half a ton of coal from behind the door to the shaft.   She needed a piece of that hard mouldy bread or she would die.   It wasn't fair.   She had done nothing wrong,  nothing to deserve this unwarranted punishment,  nothing to deserve having to work in this hell on earth of a pit,  just as she had done

nothing to deserve the wrath of her father's mill workers.

"If you don't want to load the bucket you can starve, you stupid murderous bitch" growled Woods.

He was totally unprepared when Georgina swung the shovel to crash onto the side of his head.   With a gurgling cry he fell to his knees holding his hands to a bleeding scalp wound, blood trickling between his fingers. 

Just at that moment Ben was approaching the foot of the shaft hauling a tub with Agnes pushing behind.  They ran furiously at Georgina,  snatching away her shovel and hurled her face down to the ground.  Another hurrier had just arrived,  a boy younger than Georgina, Ben called out to him "The evil bitch has done for Mr Woods now."

Georgina tried to appeal to Ben as he rolled her onto her back, but he punched her in the face so her head snapped back.   Dazed she gasped for breath as another miner arrived, having heard the commotion echoing down the tunnels.

To her horror and indignation she felt her legs grasped and spread wide.  "No! " she hoarsely screamed in desperation, but then she felt herself being first dragged and then lifted up by her spread legs until her lower spine struck the top edge of Ben and Agnes's tub.   The skin of her back was torn from her vertebrae and ribs as her torso was hauled back to lie over the coal filled tub, arms and legs dangling over the sides in pathetic submission.  Looking, upside down, towards the shaft Georgina saw Mr Woods regain his feet and stagger towards her,  the hair on the left side of his head matted with wet blood.

Fingers suddenly probed her vagina and Georgina tried to sit up but someone grabbed her hair and jerked her head back down as she heard Ben's voice "I'm going first, lad.  I've been wanting to do this for months!"

As Georgina felt Ben's cock force its way into her, Agnes' face suddenly appeared inches from her own.   The little girl's face was grinning maliciously, then it turned aside as she shouted "Don't fuck her,  hang her."

"All in good time" her father  panted in reply, Georgina wished he would come, and get it over with.

"She should be flogged first" Agnes then added.

"Go away,  little girl" the youthful hurrier shouted.

Georgina could hear  Agnes removing the belt and chain from the coal tub, but was totally unprepared for Agnes swinging the rusty chain through the air,  bringing it crashing down across her straining chest.  Georgina screamed hoarsely.  Then as she was flailed by the chain for a second time Georgina realised that she hadn't even noticed when Ben finished with her, for the other miner was now grasping her slender thighs and pushing them painfully wide apart as he prepared to rape her.  

Looking to her left Georgina saw the boy had stripped naked and was staring intently at her body, two fingers of his right hand subconsciously placed either side of the base of his erect penis.   The boy looked up and shouted "Agnes, leave her alone until I've had my go!"

"Can we hang her then?" Agnes queried, her tiny bare breasts heaving a she panted with excitement.

"There's some rope in my locker" Mr Woods contributed then, remembering the manager's instructions, immediately regretted it.  The miner who was now ravishing Georgina was much rougher than Ben had been and delighted in clawing at her wounds bleeding from Agnes' assault with the chain,  smearing the fresh blood over her tender breasts and sore belly.  As the rough miner started to grunt in time with his brutal heaving Georgina suddenly felt a rope loop passed over her head and tightened round her straining neck.

"Stop!  I haven't had a go yet" yelled the boy,  but Agnes pulled with all her strength on the rope,  so the miner had to hang on tightly to Georgina's hip bones to stop her from being dragged away from him.

She couldn't breathe.  His strong fingers dug deep into her flesh bruising painfully against her pelvis.   Little Agnes braced herself and continued pulling the rope with all her might.   Georgina's chest heaved and her back arched as she tried to draw a breath.  "The whore's fucking coming" the miner yelled in surprise.

Georgina was now barely conscious but she knew she most definitely was not having an orgasm!  

"God,  she's wet!" called out the miner,  in ecstasy.

"I think she's pissing herself" observed Mr Woods.

Georgina's eyes were wide open and her arms fluttered feebly get as she tried to get her hands to her throat, but her lips were starting to turn blue.  The boy groped at Agnes,  screaming "Stop it!  It's my turn now."

'I think I deserve a turn after she tried to kill me" mumbled Mr Woods, walking to take over the place of the miner between Georgina'a legs.  As Agnes was forced to relinquish her grip on the rope round her neck Georgina, coughing,  gasped for air.

Frustrated the boy instead turned his attention to Agnes, grabbing her from behind then throwing her onto her back on the floor; grasping a small bare breast in his left hand, he pushed her left thigh aside with his right, her rotten trousers tearing at the crotch to expose her cunt.

"No you don't" roared Ben, kicking the naked boy in the face so that he fell back away from his daughter.

Despite a few moments fumbling between Georgina's  legs after dropping  his trousers, Mr Woods didn't enter her,  but just stepped back to sit down holding his head.

Having regained her feet Agnes shouted "Now can we hang her properly?"

To Georgina's shock Ben replied "Go on then" adding "and we'll hang this little bastard too!" giving the boy,  who had fallen to his hands and knees, a vicious kick in the belly so that he now fell on his side exposing his genitals to a further kick which still failed to reduce his erection. 

He then turned his attention back to Georgina, rolling her off the tub to fall awkwardly to the ground from where he dragged her on her back by one leg to the foot of the shaft.  Taking hold of the end of the rope still tied round her neck he climbed onto the empty bucket and, balancing carefully, managed to find a gap behind one of the horizontal setting timbers holding the cleading boards lining the shaft about eight foot up just wide enough to pass the end of he rope back down through it.  Jumping off the bucket he heaved down on the rope pulling Georgina, struggling, to her feet.  Agnes eagerly helped heave on the rope as Georgina strained to support her weight on her toes until they were lifted clear of the ground and the rope again crushed her neck closing her windpipe.

She reached up grasping at the rope trying to relieve the pressure while her feet flailed about in the air.  Quickly losing consciousness her arms fell to twitch alongside her body as her eyes rolled upwards.  Ben supported her crotch with his right hand, then inserted two fingers into her bleeding vagina before lifting her so that the weight borne by her neck was relieved sufficiently for her to take a rasping breath before he dropped her again.  Agnes ran her hands up and down Georgina's stretched and bloody torso asking "Is she dead yet?"

Georgina didn't hear Mr Woods command "Get her down from there!" or feel the other miner wrest the rope from Agnes's grasp and drop her to the floor.  When she felt rough hands loosening and removing the rope from round her neck Georgina drew a shallow breath before deciding to pretend to play dead, or at least pretend to be unconscious, in the hope that they would not further molest her.  She prayed that they might even leave her lying at the foot of the shaft outside the door as she had an idea that she could perhaps escape after the shift ended.

"Drag her back through the door then shut it, someone can find her body in a few days time.  Quick now I can hear another hurrier approaching."

Georgina's heart sank as she heard Mr Woods' words but still allowed her body to remain limp as she felt herself dragged by both feet back into the darkness, hoping they might not bother bolting the door behind them when they left.  Alas no; she heard the two bolts being slid across after the heavy door crashed shut.


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