Ask about the tattoos

"That writing... those... pictures... are they tattoos?" You say with a slight quiver in your voice.

"Hmm? Oh right on Bitch Tits. Yeah, all the girls get them eventually. They usually do them over in the combat zone or at Libertalia or something. You'll get some too once you get there."

*Gulp*

"What do they mean?"

"Well, disobedient pet is to let everyone know that she's a fiesty ****. The patterns on her tits are just decorative, and incorporating the queen of spades symbol of course."

"Queen of spades?" You interrupt Darius.

"Yeah queen of spades. It's an old symbol, pre-dating the war even, which represents white women who liked being fucked by black men. Old housewives and stuff used to use it to let black men know that they were a fan of the BBC."

You pause a moment before timidly prying for more information.

"And the rest of the tattoos?"

"Oh right, well the one on her belly is more of an instruction more than anything. See Bitch Tits here has taken on a bit of a stress relief role in this camp since she's always misbehaving so much. So try your best not to end up like her ok, hahahaha."

You nod hesitantly in response.

"And then finally the one just above her pussy is a queen of spades lock. When we put it just above the pussy like that, it's a symbol to represent that her pussy is off limits. That means that we only fuck her in her ass, she's an anal only bitch. Oh and her mouth I suppose, if you're brave enough to put your cock in there with her history."

This response surprises you greatly. How could these men possibly fuck a women in every hole other than the one made for sex.

"Why is she... anal only?"

"I suppose it's a form of punishment. And also a message. Bitch tits needs to learn that her only purpose is to bring us pleasure, not for anything as silly as her getting pleasured herself. That's just an added bonus on the side if she's lucky enough."

You nod and stare at the ground, thinking over all that you've now learnt.

Looking up again you notice what looks like a bell dangling down between her legs and you're afraid of where it's coming from.

"What's that... down between her legs?" You ask.

"Hmm. Oh the bell. It's a plug inserted in her ass. We like to hear it ring out each time we whip her and she flinches from the pain." He lets out a menacing chuckle following this.

"Here I'll show you!" Darius says, before raising his arm with the whip in it.

"No you don't have to do that!" You try and scream out, but Darius has already made up his mind.

With one hard swing, he brings the whip cracking down across the poor woman's breasts causing her to squeal out into her gag at the same time as the bell ringing from her contorting her body as a response to the pain. The guilt you feel is immeasurable. Your questions have resulted in this poor girl being whipped, and in such a sensitive place. You hang your head down in shame and go silent.