Karg by Pat Powers

Author:Pat Powers [Powers, Pat]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Feeding Time

copyright 2012 by Pat Powers

When I awoke I was being freed from the post, in that slow and methodical way my Kargian captors had of treating a woman. At no time was more than one limb free. The tie that secured my collar to the post wasn't unfastened until my hands were manacled behind my back and my ankles were shackled together, and my ankles and wrists were connected by a short chain, hog-tying me.

After they freed my collar and wrist straps, they dragged me over to the center of the barn, which was dominated by a long, shallow wooden trough. Almost every woman imprisoned in the barn was kneeling at the trough, their necks resting in small niches cut all the way around the edge of the trough, which was almost at the ground, giving me and my captors a real clear view of their posteriors, which didn't look so bad, since they were all shaven, Kargian-style. They dragged me over to the trough, rested my neck in a niche and said, "Stay!". So I did. I had a pretty good idea what was coming, and I could use it.

The other women had a clear idea what was coming, too. Like me, they were all gagged in good Kargian style. And every one of them was drooling copiously through her gag, long lines of drool rolling down our chins as they knelt patiently at the trough.

I must have been the last one at the trough, because a moment or two after I was in place, the men picked up a long wooden beam with niches carved in it that matched the one in the trough, and lowered it over the back of our collective necks, effectively collaring us. They secured the ends of the beam by means of a simple iron bolt going though matching iron rings, one set in the top of the trough, the other in the beam on our necks.

Fortunately, the niches at top and bottom were deep enough that they beam didn't place any pressure on your neck. Unless, of course, you tried to pull your neck out of the collar they'd formed. That was impossible. We were all locked in place.

There were women lined up on the other side of the trough, and they got the treatment, too. With our hands all cuffed behind hour backs, we were as helpless as could be, which of course was how the Kargian men thought it should be.

Hog-tied as I was (and none of the other women were, though their hands were all bound behind their backs) my feet were pulled up to my hands as I knelt, and so my weight rested painfully on my kneecaps. I was therefore glad when one of the men came by and casually released the short chain binding my wrists to my ankles. My feet fell to the ground and I was able to kneel in my greater comfort. The man also unshackled my ankles.

Next the men moved

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