Marked

The master lifted the **** by her hair, she was panting from the exertion of her orgasm. "What are you again?" He wanted to make sure. "Your breeding cunt master." Came the breathless reply.

Over the next hour, the master himself marked his ****, she was his property after all. It was the law on the island that all slaves had to be marked in some way so that they could be returned to their owner if they escaped. Many owners also added additional details to their property in order to keep track of them. He began by cutting her long brown hair, bringing it from the middle of her back to just below her ear. Enough to grab on to, but not enough to get tangled. Next came the tattooing. "Breeder 1" was tattooed across her pretty forehead, followed by one roman numeral underneath it. Now, wherever the **** went, the world would know what she was and how many times she had fulfilled her purpose. He intended to fit as many as he could onto her. "Three Holes Breeding" was added to the small of her back in the same block letters that adorned her forehead before the limp **** was disconnected from her stand and rolled onto her back. Grade B inside of a large circle was added to her left breast and another "Three Holes Breeding" on her mound before the machine was shut off. Finally a single ring was passed through her left labia and a small metal disk with the number 1 punched onto it was connected. Gone was the young woman named Amanda who had traveled to the island in search of her missing sister. In her place, limp against the cool metal of the exam table was Breeder 1.