"Breed me!"

The doctor wiped the small of Rebecca's back with a cloth. He looked down satisfied by the fresh tattoo he had drawn on her lower back. "Breed Me" written in a gothic font now marked Rebecca. He had wondered if she even felt the tattoo over the suction being applied to her nipples.

"A half hour on the milking machine will break in most fresh slaves." He said delivering a swift smack to Rebecca's ass. "How do you feel fuckmeat?"

Rebecca's head raised looking up at him in her stocks. "I feel like a piece of meat, a cow, a whore... " she paused "a sex **** and I love it. Please brand me and use me. I want to feel this way forever." She begged.

He unlocked her from the stocks and turned off the milking machine. She rubbed her sore breasts and tender nipples as he unlocked her ankle restraints. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards another part of his cabin.

He pushed her down on the floor. She laid on her back face up awaiting her fate. He left her but returned holding a searing hot branding iron. "This is going to hurt more than you can possibly imagine." He said bluntly.

He lowered the hot iron until it was inches from Rebecca's lower stomach. She could feel the heat from the iron. The deep part of her that was driving her to this fate wanted to raise her hips and brand herself. She didn't have time to live that fantasy as he pressed the hot iron into her flesh. Rebecca screamed as loud as she ever had and the world went black.