"Galley Whore"

The Doctor wiped the fresh tattoo on Rebecca's lower back. The words "Galley Whore #432" were fresh. Rebecca had only moaned and groaned as they were applied still not knowing what it would say. The doctor moved to his knee and began unlocking her ankles.

Next he removed the stocks from around her neck and wrists. "Turn around." He ordered Rebecca who was still groggy from the bondage. She slowly complied and he restrained her ankles again to the floor. Her back was now to the pillory but she could hear something being moved into place between herself and the device.

The doctor placed the padded wooden support into place and then pulled back on Rebecca's shoulder. She felt a little dizzy as she was tossed backwards and felt the wooden stocks on the back of her neck. The doctor smiled above her as he closed the pillory back down and locked it again in place.

Rebecca found the wooden support on her back **** her pussy mound thrust out and on display as her vision was locked on the ceiling above. The doctor left for a moment but soon returned holding a searing hot branding iron.

"This is the final marking. Once your flesh displays this mark you will forever be a ****." He said lowering it out of her view.

Rebecca almost begged him to stop but something about being branded and **** into hard labor and sexual slavery was arousing. Instead she just screamed as the hot iron seared her skin just to the left of her navel. She had never felt pain like it before and nearly passed out from the intensity. Even after the iron was tossed into a cooling bucket of water her flesh felt like it was on fire.

The doctor stepped between her spread legs as she heard his trousers drop to the floor again. "Surely he can't be hard again?" Rebecca's mind told her. She moaned as she felt his thick cock slide into her sloppy wet pussy. The pain and pleasure were mixed together and Rebecca was lost in it.