Trent chooses Salt

Trent didn't offer any thought or justification for his choice, in the end. It could have been anything, from enjoying how Salt's blond hair glistened in the sun, splayed over her back, to the fact that people say "salt and pepper" and not "pepper and salt. "It didn't matter why, really - Salt and Pepper were slaves now, and he had no need to justify himself to a ****. He just looked down at Salt and said, "You first, you little blond whore," and Salt moaned in answer.

Pepper couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at being made to wait still longer, but she continued licking at Trent's boot obediently - after all, she hadn't been told to stop yet. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Trent grab Salt by the hair and pull her up to her knees before producing a length of cord and looping it through the front ring on her own collar.

Then Pepper felt a hand grab her own hair and drag her upright, eliciting a grunt of pain as she was suddenly brought face-to-face with Trent. Her surprise and eagerness must have shown on her face, because he laughed as he put a leash on her as well. "Oh, don't worry cunt. Salt may be processed first, but that just means you get to watch and see what'll happen to you."

So saying, he grabbed Pepper's leash in the hand he was already holding Salt's with and tugged them both forwards. They stumbled briefly at the sudden pull before coming to motion, following obediently after the Whipmaster as he set a brisk pace into the ship, descending down several flights of stairs.

The cabin that they arrived at prominently featured a pillory in the middle of the room, and a desk covered in medical instruments and files under a porthole to the side. A bearded man was sitting there reading some document; he looked up as Trent walked through the door.

"Doctor," the Whipmaster said, gesturing at Salt and Pepper behind him, "our volunteers."

The Doctor's eyebrows rose. "Two volunteers already?" he said. "And attractive, as well. Already, this is a lucky voyage. Which one will be processed first?"

A tug pulled Salt stumbling forward again as the Whipmaster offered her leash to the Doctor, who took it in hand as he studied the **** before leading her to the pillory. Pepper watched as her fellow **** was bent over at the waist to fit her neck into the slot - only to be distracted as she felt a tug on the cuffs on her wrists. She looked to the side, startled, to see the Whipmaster stand back upright with a satisfied look in his eyes and feel her arms free to move once more.

"It's not like you're going to run, are you, slut?" Trent said lowly. "After all, you chose to be here. You want this. And I think it'll be funny to see what you do with your hands free while you watch this."

He turned back to face ahead and Pepper did the same, seeing that while she was distracted Salt's cuffs had also been undone so they could be locked into the pillory as well. The work of a few moments had Salt fully secured in place, leaving the blonde to flex her hands idly and wait as the Doctor circled behind her bending down and grabbing one of two ankle cuffs bolted to the floor. Another moment had her legs secured **** apart, making it impossible for Salt to hide her cunt from view.

"Let's see now," the man said, and unceremoniously sank two fingers into Salt's pussy, eliciting a sharp moan. Pepper felt her own free hands slide down her toned stomach toward her own snatch. "Mm, very aroused. Good." With no warning, the Doctor raised his free hand and delivered a sharp smack to Salt's ass. The girl moaned again, louder.

The Doctor nodded and pulled his hand from the blonde's pussy - and then, again without warning, reached over and delivered a strong blow to her breasts hanging beneath her. Her tits were sent swinging and Salt cried out in pain, louder when he reached down and gave the nipple of her opposite breast a savage twist. The Doctor released Salt's nipple and her head fell forwards, and all Pepper could hear - past the blood in her ears and the quiet schlicking sound of her own hand starting to work between her legs - was that of Salt panting past her gag.

The Doctor stepped around to the front of the pillory, where Salt's head was, and untied and removed Salt's gag. Its removal prompted her to look up, and the Doctor studied her - as though searching for something. Then he offered Salt the hand that had, not long before, been buried in her cunt. After a moment, she stretched out her tongue and began to lick the hand clean of her own juices.

All Pepper could imagine was her getting treated like Salt was, rough and cruel. Her own self being violated, her own breasts being abused. Her mind went further, inserting herself into fantasies of her and Salt being whipped together, being **** to eat each other out while unseen figures jeered and fucked them both. Steadily her hand picked up pace, the sounds coming from her growing louder.

Trent looked at Pepper and chuckled cruelly. Then he said, "So, what kind of **** do you think the whore should be?"

The Doctor looked away from Salt, who by now was straining to try to nuzzle into his hand to lick it further. "She seems to be a fine specimen in excellent health," he replied. "She could do well in many roles, breeder, galley, pleasure, perhaps some more specialized ones."

"I'm thinking of keeping her and this one together for now," Trent said. "Keep 'em as a package deal wherever they go, least unless something comes up."

The Doctor looked at Pepper, who continued masturbating. Seized by some impulse borne of being the center of the man's attention she even thrust her hips forward to better show him the three fingers she was now working in and out of herself.

"I will need to check that one over properly before a final say, of course," he said. But at a glance?"