Amy Wakes Up in the Hold

Amy came around to the sound of water lashing the wooden wall that she was leaning against on her side. She could feel coolness lightly spray her naked body every time a wave came in contact with the ship's hull. Slowly, she opened her eyes to take in the sight in front of her. She could see that she was at the back of a cell formed out of wooden plants running perpendicular to the ships hull with large door made of iron bars blocking the end. Through the door, she could see a mirrored cell on the opposite side of the ship, its contents appearing to be 3 women with collars around their throats, chained to each other with the third member chained to the wall. Each length of chain between them was maybe a meter long, ensuring that the women would have no privacy of space in their cell.

As she raised herself onto her hands and sat up, she felt an unfamiliar weight around her neck. Reaching up with one delicate hand, she felt the polished edges of the thin metal circle that closed around her neck, leading to a chain which rain exactly one meter to the sleeping form of another girl beside her. Chained to that girl was another, a slim tall girl with shock blonde hair, bright blue eyes, narrow hips and a small scraggly pile of pubic hair resting over her neat little pussy mound. Amy made eye contact with her new cellmate as the other girl squatted over a wooden bucket and relieved herself into it, making a dull sound agains the old, rotted wood of the communal chamber pot.

Looking away, the full pain of the last 24 hours hit Amy like a load of bricks. Amy could read the words "fuck toy" in block letters above her own vagina, glowing red and angry after the violation caused by the tattooing machine. A cotton bandage covered the other source of her pain: a brand indicating her new occupation as a sex **** onboard a ship headed for god-knows-where.

Glancing around her cell again, she looked at the form of the sleeping girl chained next to her, asleep on her back laying on a pile of straw. Across her pussy mound was also written the words "fuck toy." Long thin, chains came from each of her pussy lips and met near her naval where they formed a single thread which ran up the length of her body before splitting to greet each nipple with a small silver ring. Her breasts, of moderate size and firmness, shifted to the side as the girl fidgeted in her sleep. Just slightly above and in from each of her hip bones, Amy notices small lines, faint with time and about and inch long.

"Her tubes were tied while we we in port 6 months ago." said the blond girl as she stood up from completing the business of the hour. "If they decide they don't want you to get pregnant, they take you to a surgeon there who makes sure you can't get pregnant no matter how many men cum inside you." Amy noticed that the blonde also had the same scars on her abdomen as well.

Tears began welling in Amy's eyes as she realized what all of this meant