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sniffed her fingers as she wrapped them gently around its head. She smiled, then tightened her grip, and twisted until its neck snapped.
    Supper. And about fucking time.

CHAPTER 6
    R ed hobbled along the path at the edge of the wood, keeping his legs wide apart so his thighs didn’t rub against his aching balls. They no longer felt like they were about to burst, but he had to force his lips together to hold back a gasp of pain every time his leather pants rubbed against them. Slaphead and Snake were still giggling behind their hands every time he winced. He’d kick their balls too, if he could just lift his leg high enough. He couldn’t afford to lose control of the gang, or they’d slit his throat while he slept, and take over.
    The King’s Guards stood beside a row of carts further down the path. Little shits. Just because they had shiny uniforms, and some of them had pistols in their belts, they looked down on everyone else. Except when they were on their knees, sucking the King's cock to get the job. He'd rather be free.
    Haulers snorted and tapped the dirt with their eight furry feet as they stood yoked to the front of the carts. The carts wobbled as the haulers tried to walk on, and the Guards grabbed their reins to pull them back.
    The ball-breaker’s head lolled as she walked in front of them, naked, smeared with mud, with blood dripping from her mouth. He hadn’t meant to damage the merchandise, but his hand just reacted naturally to having his balls crushed. His hound growled as she slowed, and she sped up again.
    The other two girls just glared. The blonde had been a good fighter at the start, but soon wore out when half a dozen of them surrounded her. The redhead hadn’t even climbed out of her pod before Snake grabbed her and tied her up. The fat guy, well, not much chance of outrunning a pack of hunters when you weight two hundred kilos and aren’t even two metres tall.
    Wooden cages stood in the back of each cart, and an older man wearing a fancy fur-trimmed leather outfit stood beside them, waiting for his pick of the day’s catch. The King’s own slave-master, he was always there, every year, but he’d never had a smile on his face as wide as when he watched the Meat Packers stroll toward him that night.
    “Evening, Garry,” Red said as they stopped beside the carts. He pushed the newbies into line.
    “Good hunting I see, comrade.”
    Garry grabbed the ball-breaker by her chin, and lifted her face toward him, studying the bruises, staring into her eyes, then pulling back her lips to examine her teeth.
    “What happened to her?”
    “Thought ssshe could get away,” Red said. Then he nodded toward the one-armed man. “Gave Ssstubby a new ssscar.”
    “And made Red see stars,” Slaphead said, and mimicked a knee to the groin.
    “So that's why you're talking funny?” Garry said.
    “No. Bitch bit my tongue.” Red opened his mouth wide to show the scar. It still hurt like a motherfucker, and he could taste fresh blood every time he spoke and tore it open again.
    Garry laughed, then moved on to the blonde alongside. As he prodded her teeth, she opened her jaw wide, and bit down. He pulled his fingers back, then held them up in front of his face. He'd moved fast enough to avoid having them bitten off, but blood ran down the index finger where her teeth had torn away a chunk of skin. She stared up at him, and smiled.
    “Your name’s Garry?”
    “That’s right.”
    “I'm gonna kill ya, Garry.”
    She cackled.
    Garry stepped away. “Gag 'em.”
    The hunters grabbed wooden gags, stuffed them in the slaves' mouths, and tied leather straps behind their heads to hold them in place. Garry glanced at the redhead alongside, who glared back at him with red eyes. Then he scratched his chin.
    “The King will like the little one, once we tame her. The redhead has a bright future in the whorehouse. The crazy one... I guess someone can find a use for her, somewhere.”
    He circled the fat man, whose