Chapter Ten
Judas Goat
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The sharp crack of a gunshot cut through the forest. Gagged women screamed through tight mouth packing in fear and panic.
“It’s your own fault,” Ryan had said as I stood tied up in the makeshift corral. “That little dash of yours made them all jealous.”
Yeah, my “little dash” when they caught and stretched me out on the Hummer’s grill like a prized kill. Since the doms had so much fun trying to snare one runaway slave then imagine the good times if they chased after five, or ten or more!
Crack! Zing! Crack, crack!
“Uieeemm! Eiimmphh!” the slaves screamed again.
Fan out! Spread out! I wanted to shout, but my mouth too was full of packing. A real work of art, my gag. All plain enough on the surface, but a leather clad woman known as Sheila – blonde, t
