The Whipmaster returns for his newest galley whore.

"Fuck yes!" The doctor moaned as his cock slid out from Rebecca's wet slit and exploded cum across her stomach. He barely had time to wipe her pussy juice from his cock with a towel before the Whipmaster returned.

"Is she processed?" He asked as he moved inside the room.

"It was quick but there she is." The doctor replied as he unlocked the pillory. He helped Rebecca's tired body to the floor kneeling before the Whipmaster.

He surveyed the **** before him, only hours before this woman had been dressed and free, now she lay naked at his feet, tattooed, nipples pierced, branded and collared. She would spend a long time turned the oars to the beat of a drum and the crack of the whip.

He leashed her collar and jerked her harshly to her bare feet. He looked her up and down while Rebecca looked across the room to a full length mirror. She hardly recognized her degraded form, her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat and grime. She could see two silver rings, a few inches in diameter, hung from her nipples. Rebecca ran her fingers over her flat stomach to the red blistered skin from her new **** brand.

A harsh jerk of her leash pulled her naked body against the Whipmaster. His hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back forcing her to look up at him.

"Welcome to the crew, Galley Whore." He said with a cruel smile as he jerked her out the cabin and onto the ships main deck.