The whipmaster slaps her ass

The smack echoed a little in the room and as the Whipmaster lifted his hand from Amy's rump a red hand print could be seen rapidly surfacing on her porcelain skin. "I think that'd suit her nicely doc. She's small enough to cart around without any real trouble and we won't need to worry about getting her pregnant before we get to the market like the others. We could use her to take the edge off for a while." He turned and walked to the desk where the cleaning women had placed three small duffle bags in floral patterns, each embroidered with the girls initials. All the worldly possessions they had left in the world. "The boys found these in the meat's rooms. Looks like the small one is on birth control." he said as he dumped the bag with Amy's initials onto the desk. Among the normal detritus of a woman's bag could be seen a small plastic disk with the name of a well known brand of birth control written on it.

"Good, good," the Doctor cooed "that makes my job quite a bit easier in the long run. We can just stock up on that brand in port without much trouble." The doctor then began to move around Amy in a practiced pace, reaching back and forth from the small table covered in tools that sat between the pillories. First he took her temperature, roughly shoving a small thermometer up her puckered little asshole, still raw from its recent cleaning. After noting her internal temperature he took measurements of her hips, waist, and breasts, marking them carefully in black ink on a chart in an opened folder pinned to a board on the wall. The form showed lines for height, weight, bust, temperature and a variety of other measurements crucial to the slavers trade as well as a silhouette of a woman's body that seemed to allow the doctor to identify any marks on the body that would help an owner claim their property.

Rebecca felt like she was in a dream as she watched the doctor work over her friend in a cool and mechanical way, ignoring the girls whimpers, grunts, and sobs as he poked, prodded, and measured every corner of her petite body. Rebecca suddenly felt her pussy begin to moisten at the callous nature the doctor was showing towards the ships new wares, recalling the shocking treatment she herself had gotten not twenty-four hours ago in the same room. She wondered if she too would be pregnant like the girls who had cleaned Amber and Amy by the time they reached their mysterious destination.

Rebecca was shaken out of her revelry by the Doctor's comments "I think I'll call this one a Grade A- toy. She's too small to be rough with without hurting her value but still pretty. She'll be a nice birthday present for some sheik's son, we can keep her on her pills until we get to port and have a surgeon put a more permanent solution in place." He closed her file and handed it to one of the serving girls who had been standing in the corner after having finished her cleaning duties on the floor. Moving quickly she placed the file in a rusting old filing cabinet before returning to her place.

"We can mark the two of them together once I've graded the second one. Mike why don't you tire her out a little before hand though, we don't want her squirming around when we brand her". With that the Whipmaster gestured to one of the serving girls while quickly pulling down his loose trousers and stroking his rapidly hardening cock. As he roughly spat on his hand and rubbed it into Amy's freshly inspected pussy the **** **** a ball gag into her mouth and buckled it around her head. She stared dimly into the distance as the Whipmaster entered her, using the frame of the pillory for added leverage as he plowed away at her firm ass, grunting with each stroke as he chased his orgasm.