The Doctor claps his hands twice

The Doctor clapped his hands twice as he walks towards Amber and Amy. The sound barely had a chance to dissipate before the second door opened once more. Two women shuffled through, their chains clanking as they moved, each carrying a bucket that sloshed as they moved. The light reflected off the oil and sweat covering their bodies, causing them to glow and drawing attention to their brands, slightly misshapen. As they turned, Rebecca could see that this was due to their bellies, slightly distended due to the children within them. As the slaves turned to face the chained prisoners, their tattoos were revealed, each saying "Breed Me' in the same Gothic script that now adorned her lower back; a glimpse, she thought, of her future.

"These slaves are too far along in their pregnancies to do any real work aboard the ship" the doctor explained, "so we use them for light tasks. Servants, washing women, other chores." As he spoke, the slaves got to work, dipping rags in the water and washing down the new slaves. The washer on the left, began with Amber's head. Taking the rag she wiped away the dried cum and smeared make-up that masked her pert mouth, from her small, perky breasts, and her taught stomach. The other woman mirrored on Amber, taking care to remove the excess dried cum from around the broader girls chest and soft stomach. When they finished with the legs of their charges, each woman produced a small tube with a bulb on the end. Feeding the tube into each woman, they squeezed, filling their wombs with the devices contents. As the tubes were released, Rebecca watched a mixture of water and cum pour onto the deck of the ship, forming a sloppy puddle at the girls now clean feet.

As each **** bent to lick up the cum and water mixture, the doctor strode forward and cleaned off the pussy mound of each girl with a rag. "Good girls. Now that you're clean we can proceed with the inspection." He said, giving Amber's pert little nipple a tight twist, eliciting a sharp squeal from the bound girl. "Move them to the pillories." growled the Whipmaster, flicking the end of his whip at the slaves who had finished cleaning the deck. The women moved quickly to unlock the bound slaves. Too tired to resist, Amber and Amy, their skin shining in the sun, were half dragged half walked to the pillories where the Whipmaster **** their heads, arms, and legs into position.

The doctor sauntered up behind Amy and began to play with her clit, rubbing in small circular motions as the girl gradually opened her legs further and further, too tired to resist the mans groping hands. "Ah, the little slut is opening up already for me. That should make this much easier" As he said that, he slipped two fingers into her rapidly moisening cunt feeling the soft, velvety lining of her pussy. "She's nice and tight still, hasn't seen a lot of cock this one. Might only be a few months from being a virgin even", he laughed. "Narrow hips though, and small tits. Wouldn't be able to produce enough milk to keep a whelp alive and the damn thing might not be able to make it out of such a tight snatch anyway. Too slim to be of much use in the galley either. I'd say she's good as a toy and not much else. What do you think Michael?" The Whipmaster looked viciously