Galley slaves.

"They would do well working the oars," he said. "And keeping such willing sluts aboard to show off to future passengers would only better our intakes. We could train them as fuck toys for showing off when they aren't working."

"Be a busy schedule. Lot of things for them to put in their tiny **** heads," Trent replied neutrally.

The Doctor shrugged, still watching Pepper jilling herself off. "Sure, but they're big enough sluts for it."

Trent laughed, patting Pepper on her head condescendingly. "True!" he said. He pulled on Pepper's hair slightly, forcing her to look up at him. "Would you like that, you little whore?" he asked her. "Beaten and **** to row the ship all day, your only breaks getting fucked by the passengers or crew?"

Pepper moaned, her mind flashing back to videos she remembered watching, of others being whipped and fucked in the way Trent was describing. Then she nodded as best as she could with Trent's hand still fisted in her hair, causing him to laugh again.

"Alright Doctor," Trent said, "sounds like we'll have ourselves two new galley slaves, provided this one meets standards."

"Most likely she will," the doctor said, already having put Salt's gag between her teeth and turning back to his equipment and grabbing some items from them. He held them up in front of Salt: a needle and three metal rings. Salt's eyes went wide, and then she moaned something that sounded like "gleeseh, ears ee!" The Doctor grinned, and knelt to one side of Salt. There was no warning; just a sudden pained cry and then he was walking around the pilloried **** with a ring pierced through one nipple. Pepper rubbed her cunt harder as the process repeated, bolts of pleasure running up her spine, leaving Salt with rings hanging from both her nipples.

Next the doctor went and knelt behind Salt, looking between her legs. "She is just as if not more aroused than before," he reported as though he was commenting on the weather. "A promising sign." Then he lanced the needle through Salt's clitoris. The blond **** howled through her gag, head bending back as far as the pillory allowed -and Pepper could just see Salt's cunt squirting over the doctor's hands before she herself came hard.

By the time Pepper had recovered from her orgasm enough to look up again, it was to see Salt lying limp in the pillory, her thighs shiny with her juices. "Passed out," the doctor said idly, drying his hands with a towel. Then he unlatched the pillory and lifted off the top half, though the **** Salt could hardly move herself. The doctor lifted the newly pierced **** and dumped her to the side with just enough care to not damage anything, while Trent tugged Pepper over to the pillory and moved her in place.