Amy

In one of the many rooms of the Sheik's luxury yacht Amy was relived of her clothing by a veiled maid. Her stiletto heels and simple leather collar were removed and taken away. For the first time since she was enslaved on the pirate ship, she was fully naked. Her pale skin was a lighter shade of porcelain where the collar has blocked the sun from kissing her.

The same maid gestured and Amy assumed her submissive kneeling position in the plush carpet. Amy felt naked without her collar, a product of her treatment as a **** over the past years. Her memories of her life before she was bred were starting to fade into the distance of her memory, replaced by those of a breeding ****. Anxiety built in her chest the longer she was **** to kneel, without her collar anyone could claim her as a runaway **** and return her to the island. There she would probably be sold to a cut-rate breeder or a whore house and abused for the rest of her life.