An Unexpected Development

Amy lower herself into the stocks with practiced ease. After three months at sea she had fallen into the routines of life aboard the ship. No longer did she have an sense of self, decency, or personal space. She had been fucked multiple times a day in every position without any protection for weeks. With practiced ease she spread her feet, lining the shackles up with the loops buried into the floor. A heavily pregnant **** closed the lock on each, firmly attaching her to the stock. Her hung plumply from her, dangling in the light breeze that blew through the open windows of the doctors office. Her nipples stiffed in the cool air, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the doctor.

"Ah, my favorite little fucktoy," the old man said. "So good of you to join me today. I was worried I wouldn't get to see you again before we offload our goods into the **** stockades tomorrow morning." Late last night, the ship had docked at their final destination. An unnamed island somewhere in the caribbean where apparently human slavery had never been stamped out. Through the open window in front of her, Amy could see a small section of dock where lines of women and men, chained to each other by collars around their necks, were being led out of the hold of another ship, turning out of view as they stepped onto the dock."

"The other slaves have informed me that is has been two months since you last had a period," he said unceremoniously. "While unlikely with the regimen of birth control pills we took from you, with the sheer amount of cum that has been inside of you, it stand to reason that a few swimmers might have been able to slip through. We've got to make sure though. Relieve yourself over this."

The doctor handed a small, plastic stick to one of the slaves who held it against Amy's slit. The other pushed a bucket underneath her, As soon as she felt the plastic against her, Amy let loose a stream of urine directly into the bucket, without thought or resistance. She had learned quickly on the boat that to delay was to suffer.

Moments later, the doctor bent in front of her and showed her two small, blue bars that had appeared in the middle of the test. "Well, its unfortunate given your less than ideal body type for breeding, but looks like your womb has decided for you. We'll have to change your designation to breeder, and since you're already pregnant it'll knock the price down, but we should be able to recoup some value from you."

The news penetrated her slowly, she was pregnant. By one of the dozens of different men who had taken her over the past three months. She struggled to come to terms in the brief moments before her shackles were undone and she was stood up in the middle of the room.