No where…

The hot sun beat down on the squirming women’s skin as they began to perspire. Araceli felt the Whipmaster’s cum slowly slipping between the folds of her pussy, as she replayed the last encounter in her mind again. Giving up her freedom so easily was not something she had intended or anticipated and that reality set in as she squirmed slowly in the chains.

The three other women agonizingly struggled in their chains as the crew around the busied themselves with preparations for departure. Araceli joined them in jostling in vain for their freedom.

“Shall we take them below deck to the doctor so he can do what he needs to prepare them for the journey….”

“No… we leave within the hour… have them ringed and branded here…” the two crew members left to retrieve the ship’s doctor and his implements.

Tears flowed from the four helpless women hearing details of their plight but they were bound and helpless to prevent what was coming. In moments an older man carrying a leather bag and being followed by a deck hand carrying a butane heating torch.

“Come here and hold the Spic down for me…” he ordered one of the strong deckhands. “We’ll start with her branding and pierce her while she’s out….”

Araceli shudders in the chains suddenly realizing what was about to happen to all of them. A hand on her back **** her face down onto the ships deck. The doctor deposited the bag beside them and withdrew a steel branding iron with wooden handle.

All four slaves began pleading and begging as they watched him ignite the torch and begin warming the iron. “No… please…” Araceli’s own voice pleaded as her brown eyes watched the iron start to glow. The two letters GS in the center of a ring was soon to be glowing white and then pressed into her brown skin.

“I’m the doctor on this ship and from the moment this iron touches your skin your former life will be over…. You’ll row, fuck and suck until we tell you different galley meat…”

Araceli struggled as the deckhand held her face down ass up. “A fucking volunteer… what a Painslut to desire this life…” The doctor lowered the branding iron, now glowing white hot toward the top of her right ass cheek.

Araceli screamed as the hot iron touched her brown flesh and the sizzling of her branding faded in her ears. A pain she’d never experienced before radiated through the flesh on her ass. She couldn’t move an inch as she was marked and branded a galley ****.

The only respite from the intense pain was when he jerked the iron off her skin and her eyes rolled back in her head and unconsciousness followed.