He marks her as a .

Restrained as she was Aurélie was helpless to do anything but verbally protest the marking. She could feel the tattoo needle drawing a wide and deep letters into her lower back. Whatever he was writing would be very visible anytime she leaned over. It took several minutes before she felt him sigh in satisfaction and begin wiping her flesh with a damp cloth.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." He said "but sadly you look more like one of the galley slaves and far less like the Pirate Queen you were dressed as." She felt his hands roaming over her back and bare upper thighs. Soon his hands gripped her shirt and began tearing it with vigor. Her pants were then **** down her thighs and over her kicking feet.

She felt the cool metal of iron shackles locked around one ankle then the other. The Doctor then took the tattoo gun and moved to Aurélie's side and began writing on her left breast.

"Stop! Stop!" She cried helpless as he continued.

"I'm only giving you a new number **** 472." He said as she could feel him begin to trace a "4" along the side of her breast. He was turning Aurélie into one of the ships slaves and their was nothing she could do about it.