Allow him to grade you

“Well, I really would like to know… and I suppose it wouldn’t be the WORST thing ever that could happen to me…” You think aloud.

“The Foreman looks up at you. “So you DO want me to grade you?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” You stammer out.

The Foreman’s demeanor changes and he is instantly cool and calculated again. “Well, if that’s the case, I will need you to get undressed for me. Don’t worry, it’s nothing I’ve never seen before. I’ve seen more naked women than anyone else on this ship, and I’m used to it. Don’t worry.”

Hmmm. Doubt starts to creep into the back of your mind. You thought he could just look you over briefly and describe the process. Does he really need you to get naked? Maybe… and it would be cool to actually learn the process… and besides, he’s totally used to and comfortable with seeing bare breasts and vaginas. It’s part of his job…

“Ummm… okay, I guess. I can do that.” You finally muster.

You being to undress, and thankfully the Foreman doesn’t pay too much attention towards the process. Even if he is about to see you nude, at least you know this isn’t some pervy fantasy or anything he’s trying to live out. As you slowly pull your panties down and step out of them, you stand erect and at attention.

“I’m… I’m ready.” You stutter as the cool breeze from the open sides of the ship blow in, turning your nipples erect.

The Foreman walks over and begins to look you up and down. He holds your chin in his hand and looks at your face intently. He opens your mouth and uses his finger to lift your lip and check your gums. OK. That’s kind of gross. You didn’t expect him to do that. He then works his way down to your breasts. The sensation of feeling his rough hands along your body, along with the intoxicating smell of sex wafting through the air with all the beautiful, naked, rowing women makes you feel warm in your nether region as you can feel yourself beginning to get wet. He asks you to hold on for one second as he realized he needs to grab something before he can finish. He walks away towards the end of oars and turn back along a small hallway that you can’t see into.

You think it best to stay here while you wait. But the longer you wait, the more needy your pussy feels. How can he be taking so damn long! You need some kind of relief. You reach your hand down and begin working your vagina with two fingers, but almost instantly need to upgrade to three. God this place is making you horny. You feel a little bit of release as you work your vagina, but you instantly retract your fingers and **** to hide what you’ve done, you wipe them off on a nearby ****. You feel bad, but that’s kind of what they’re getting paid for, right?

The Foreman returns holding a measuring band in his hand. “Here we go. We’ll be needing this just to get a better idea.” He states.

He places one end near the top of your back and loops around you, covering both of your nipples and finishing back at the same spot behind.

“Hmmm. 127 centimeters. That’s certainly going to factor in.” He says as he momentarily puts away the tape. He lifts your arms and rolls the muscle in between.

“Not one to work out a bunch, are you? No, that doesn’t do you any favors.”

He moves down to your waist and gluts. He pats down your butt and quickly pulls out his tape once more. After a quick measurement, he puts it away again. He then circles back to the front to examine your womanhood. He gently inserts a finger into your vagina and makes an instant exclamation.

“My God if you aren’t positively DRIPPING right now! Does all this turn you on?”

You meekly nod your head.

“So you think it’s arousing to be a ****, huh. That makes you wet?”

Once more, you look down at the floor, feeling embarrassed, and stiffly nod.

I bet you’d love nothing more to be one of those slaves, a naked and chained up.

“I… I…” You **** on your words.

“You’re no more than a little slutty nympho. Your pussy is aching to be penetrated. I knew you’d be begging me to make you a ****. That’s why the measuring tape wasn’t the only thing I brought.”

The Foreman pulls out two sets of cuffs and chains, and you realize what he’s going to do. But for some reason, you cannot **** your body to move. You cannot **** your body to run and get the hell away from this man. Could it possibly be that, perhaps, maybe a part of you subconsciously actually likes this idea of being treated like a piece of property and submitting to the Foreman?

Your eyes clenched shut in fear, you feel cold iron wrap around both of your ankles and you hear him twist a locking mechanism. He roughly grabs both of your arms, attaching similar cold metal cuffs around both of your wrists and locking them.

“Open your eyes, ****.”

Not wanting to upset him, you open your eyes.

“You wanted to know how **** grading works, and this is it. Once you’re graded, you become a ****. Now, I don’t typically do this, but since you were SO damn interested, I’ll let you know how you did. Your face is okay, it’s rather plain, and while not ugly, it still isn’t much to look at. Now, your breasts are a little on the larger side, which bodes very well for you. Your arms are practically boiled noodles. I don’t see them being of much use. Now, your hips are fairly wide, and your vagina seemed pliable as far as I could tell. You did also have a large enough ass to attract a little attention. Your overall **** grade is a C. I’d say that your best function as a **** would be a breeding ****. I can’t get past those wide, breeding hips and that elastic cunt. Those breasts could also be pretty good for milking, depending on if you have enough potential and get the right attention for it. Then again, you could also be a crew ****. Your job being to entertain all of the passengers and crew above that would love some sexual service, offering any office they choose to be mounted. I’d say long-term you could never be a oar ****; those arms can’t sustain much of anything, but a little rowing from time to time wouldn’t be terrible. But since I’m feeling so kind, your fate is in your hands. What **** do you want to be?