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Amanda stopped midway through the album. She shuddered looking at the naked form of her sister. Amy's appearance had only changed slightly from the last time Amanda had seen her but Amanda had to bite her lip so she didn't scream or gasp.

**** 17264

Brunette, 5'8", 135 lbs, 32-28-33C

Purchased by private sale for 1000 silver coins.

**** Markings: "****" Tattoo on side of left breast, left labia pierced and ringed, no brand and "Fuck Toy" tattoo on small of back.

Customer Comments: **** was difficult to break and become accustom to whoring. Once broken was found to achieve faster arousal during rough sex sessions. Seems to enjoy group sex and being passed around from customer to customer. Bondage also seems to excite ****. No birth control plan for this whore. If **** becomes bred or outlives her usefulness best to sell her to city dungeon or sadist, it would bring the highest market price.

Amanda read the lewd words discussing her sister's fate and lot on this island. She looked intently at the photos seeing that the piercings and tattoos were displayed on her nude form. She felt the bar owner step closer, his hand shuffled under her khaki shorts to run over her panties covering her asscheek.

"I see you've found something you like?" He said quietly in her ear. "She's pricey, a real slut there. She easily makes me a hundred silver coins a day."

"How much to you want for her?" Amanda asked as she shifted away from his hands and turned to face the man.

He met her gaze with a smile. "Purely in silver I'd have to get at least 4000 but something tells me you don't have that kinda coin." His smile smirked as he read Amanda's reaction.

"What would you trade for her? The breeder?" Amanda asked letting him know he was right.

"She's pretty well used and won't be able to whore for weeks after she gives birth to her bastard. I might trade her and 2000 coins." He said "but something tells me the Hucow farm she's from might have issues with me buying a runaway."

Amanda's eyes got wide as she gritted her teeth in anger. How was it possible that he knew where Rebecca was from? Or was he bluffing? She looked at him in hatred before reaching for her backpack.

"I've got $20,000 American dollars." She said tossing the backpack on the table. "Will that buy her and your silence?"

The man opened the bag to see a couple rolls of hundreds wrapped in rubber bands. "American Dollars is a horrible conversion to silver coins. It might buy my silence and pay for half her price." He shot back.

Amanda was running out of options. The cash was all she had and escaping with herself, Rebecca and Amy was looking less and less likely every second. She had to make a decision soon on what she'd do.