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, a man , was so large she didn’t have a clear view of whoever was behind him.
    D read growing, she stared. Now that he was maybe a hundred feet away she realized he had hold of a l ong, thick pole . The other end —oh Go d ! —was attached to a naked woman’s throat via a collar. Swaying, Shari forced herself not to turn away.
    No wonder t he big breasted woman wasn’t trying to break free. With her wrists and elbows encased in leather straps behind her, she was hard-pressed just to put one foot in front of another . A second man walked behind the captive , rhythmically str i k ing he r buttocks with a slim switch. Every time a blow landed , t he woman s hudder ed. Her long, dirty blond hair covered much of her face , not that Shari wanted to see her expression.
    The trio stopped near her kennel, and the lead man used the pole to turn the woman toward Shari. After a moment, t he poor prisoner lifted her head a little. Someone had shoved a piece of what appeared to be doweling against the sides of her mouth. Straps kept the gag in place. A bit . She’s wearing a bit like a horse.
    “Welcome to hell.” The switch-wielding man pointed it at Shari. “You’re going to hate it here.” Laughing, he struck his captive’s buttocks again. She grunted behind her gag as the other man jerked on the pole . Seconds later, they reached the farthest kennel and kept going .
    Helpl ess terror slammed into Shari . Before she could try to stop herself, urine ran down her inner thighs. In the aftermath of her accident, she took scant comfort from telling herself that neither Damek or Reno would want to touch her there now.
    “Well, what do you know, there’s the little filly.”
    Reno ? Shaking, she stared in the direction the voice had come from. T he neck chain had enough slack in it that she could have touched the kennel’s sides if she’d had use of her arms . The collar was unnecessary. After all, the kennel door was locked and she could barely walk.
    That didn’t matter . Only knowing how easily they could get their hands on her did.
    Damek was with Reno. The men had changed fr om sweats to shorts and had stripped off their shirts . Their bare chests were too broad, the muscles too well defined. Reno carried three whips while Damek h ad a gag identical to the one the woman had worn . After putting a key in the lock, the y stepped into the kennel with her.
    “I don’t understand! Oh please, I didn’t—just let me go!”
    Glower ing, Damek held a finger to his mouth. “What did I tell you about speaking, slave?”
    She couldn’t remember anything.
    Stepping ahead of Damek , Reno slapped the top of her right breast. “I’m certain my partner told you a slave doesn’t speak unless she’s given permission. No whining and no begging. That’s disgusting.” He slapped her again , forcing her to clench her jaws to keep from crying out .
    “You think that’s disgusting,” Damek observed. “You should see her bush. Fur everywhere .”
    She didn’t have that much pubic hair. More to the point, she’d never considered getting rid of what nature had design ed.
    “What makes me sick,” Reno said, “is that the slave has wet herself.”
    Nose wrinkling, Damek stepped back. “I swear I’m never going to get accustomed to certain bodily functions. No way am I starting on her until she’s cleaned up. And we might as well sheer her while we’re at it.”
    Reno muttered something she knew she wouldn’t want to hear. Then: “ Your point is taken. However, first a moment’s pleasure. There’s a lot to be said for a s ubject getting a hint of what’s ahead of her.”
    “ Yes indeed, there is.”
    Damek put her in mind of a Doberm a n, a sleek and watchful dog. In contrast, Reno was a wolf mix, unpredictable, a carnivore . Or was she right? Hating the comparison and question , she stared as Damek exited the kennel. Reno studied the distance between them , then stepped to his left. He fingered each whip before dropping