The Whipmaster

Amanda looks up to see that the Whipmaster from before is holding on to her leash.

“Well, did you learn anything from **** Rebecca?” He asks, in an almost jeering tone.

“Unfortunately, no I did not. I did however spend time getting my holes **** and filled with strangers’ semen.” Amanda said angrily. “And if you don’t tell me what you did with my sister, I will report you to the police immediately!”

“Don’t you realize? We can’t be having any of that. And unfortunately, now that I know your intentions, I can’t just let your run free!”

Amanda just realized that she had made a threat while bound up and collared. She was afraid of what might happen next and unluckily for her, her prediction was right.

“Well. We already know you can’t go back to society. We also know we can’t let you contact anyone, and that means that you’re going to have to spend some time down here with the slaves. Now, since you so rudely threatened me, I don’t think you deserve to be let free. No, I think that it’s a ****’s life for you.”

Amanda felt all the color drain from her dried cum covered face. The Whipmaster freed her legs, then shackled them, then did the same with her arms. He finally inserted a giant red ball gag. He led her down to the back of the boat and through a hallway.

“After that earlier demonstration of yours, I already know that you’ll be a great ****.”

The Whipmaster led Amanda to a room, and it was filled with complicated machinery. The Whipmaster locked Amanda into the stockade in the middle of the room and left. A not middle aged but not elderly man walked in the door.

“So your the one looking for your sister, huh?”

Amanda refused to speak to the atrocity of a man, not that she could with the ball gag.

“Hmm. Let’s see. I think your role on the ship will definitely be...”