Continued from "Intake of human slave material (14)".
The whining of the pot-bellied captive, who was now trying to hold her wobbling intestines to her body as best she could, continued. But the two processors paid no more attention to this, instead making an effort to get to the loading point with their precious cargo and hoist the heavy piece onto the boat. The loadmaster had already stepped outside the servants' quarters and urged the two subordinates to hurry. “Move your lazy asses,” the higher ranked female snarled from the door of the tin hut in the direction of the two porters. The delivery of the recycled slave material to the company's wholesale center was due in four days. As she would personally accompany and hand over the consignment, she had no desire to be punished for being late. She had already been ready to leave for about an hour when the outpost supervisor had put the electronic leash on her and programmed the route and duration of the planned journey.
Continued in "Intake of human slave material (16)".