Amy is prepared for the island

The next morning, Amy was awaken by the sound of chains rattling outside her cell door. She looked up from her position, curled up in the straw that littered the floor and saw the sailors chaining the women together. From the front of the room to the back, the sailors lined women up and connected chains from the back on one woman's collar to the front of another. Up ahead, she saw the soft, round form of Rebecca led out of another cell and chained to the woman in front of her before she was obscured by the form of a heavily pregnant woman being chained behind her.

Amy stood behind her door, eyes forward, arms at her side as she had been trained to do in the "fucktoy" cells. This was part of the process of being released from a cell. The sailors needed to make sure that the girls wouldn't try to attack them, and to prevent them from hiding anything, they were **** to stand this way to be inspected before being released. Amy saw the young, dirty sailor in front of her cell door gaze over her form, running from her fine chin, down between her small, firm breasts to her small, pregnant belly, past the tattoo that identified her new role in life, lingering on her pussy lips which had straw stuck to them, attached by the small amount of grool that must have leaked from her in the night.

The straw fell from her as she walked forward and was chained to the small, asian woman in front of her. The sailor who had released her, roughly grabbed her pussy from behind, rubbing her clit as he felt the wetness between her legs "you cows always do get hornier after you've had a whelp fucked into you," he said. He continued to rub her as her wetness increased, making a sloppy sucking noise as he worked a finger into her cunt. "On your knees bitch," he finally said, pushing her down to her knees roughly. The chain that attached her to the woman in front of her rattled as it shifter to run up, to the left of her head. As she bent over, she sensed the **** in front of her shift slightly, allowing a little more slack in the chain to play out, allowing Amy to get onto her elbows and hands.

The sailor behind her rubbed her no swollen clit in small circles which, combined with her bending over, caused her still small pussy to open up. She felt the hot, tepid air caress her inner labia as her wetness dripped slowly off of her inner lips, running down the inside of her leg. Without warning, the sailor thrust his bare cock into her, bottoming out in his first push. Roughly, he grabbed her hips, using them as leverage while he pounded her swollen, pregnant, pussy. Amy **** her head and shoulders down to the floor, as she had learned the sailors liked. It emphasized the curvature of her ass as well as her submissive nature. Ragged gasping escaped from the sailors mouth as he increased his tempo, to the point where his balls, swollen with a nights worth of cum, slapped roughly against her. Suddenly he pulled her close, burying his length into her fully as he released his load deep into the velvety folds of her pussy.

Amy felt the young sailors load drip slowly from her now closed pussy lips, running down her leg and pooling at her ankles in a small pile. The women chained around her barely made a sound as the whipmaster flicked his whip in air, he had arrived as soon as the sailor had finished within her. "Time to head to the market little piggies," he laughed cruelly as another sailor led the chained women out of the cargo hold and down a gang plank that had been raised to the cargo door in the hull of the ship, and down onto the dock. Amy blinked as the sunlight hit her in the face, blinding her as the smooth-worn planks of the ships deck were related by the rough planks of the gangway.