The slaver thrust Amy with her back to the ship's rail, next to one of the twins, whose pert naked breasts repeatedly heaved with convulsive sobs. The cabin boy grasped the chain and cuff dangling from Amy's wrist and climbed onto the rail like a lithe monkey. He leaned to push the loose manacle under the rail, and Scobie took it, drawing it back until Amy's elbow was crooked around the stout bar. She obeyed when he gestured her to similarly thread her left arm behind and under the rail, and then he snapped the other manacle onto her wrist. She gasped and wriggled uncomfortably. The position drew her shoulders back and thrust her belly and breasts forward, arching her back against the bar, and the chain bit tightly into the flesh of her belly.

Amy waited helplessly as the slaver plucked and teased her nipples. She closed her eyes when he cupped and hefted her full right breast and she could feel the soft flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed. Her nipples, always large, had become stiff and protuberant from his handling. This seemed to please the slaver, because he spent some time stroking and pinching them and tickling the dark brown dimpled halos. He then took the right nipple between his finger and thumb and pulled, stretching her flesh.

"Holy fucking Jesus!" Amy screeched in shock and horror at the fierce, agonising pain as the large fish hook was unceremoniously embedded into her rubbery teat. Her breast seemed as though it was on fire, and she could feel the weight of the copper disk as Scobie fingered it to check the number.

"Aye, she's number 123," Scobie told the lad. "About 65 inches, dark hair, trim enough, but her tits are a good double handful. Make of that what ye will."

"Aye, Scobie," the boy sighed, scratching his quill across the ledger. "How much is she worth?"

"She's not a virgin. Four hundred pieces, I'd judge."

Amy froze when Scobie's fingers closed around her left nipple, pinching and stretching... The needle-sharp point of the fish-hook pricked her, and she whimpered. Then it was driven through and tendrils of agony swarmed over her breast. The pain was just as bad this time, but he was mercifully quick. The slaver left her and moved on to the twins, shackled beside her. Amy slumped in her chains. She stared incredulously down at her tits. Two large fish hooks now pierced her tortured nipples, and a copper disk depended from each, dancing and swinging with each heaving, sobbing gasp. She heard a gasp from the first of the twins as the slaver laid his hands on her.

"Two of them, both the same, Jack," Scobie said. "Skin as white and as smooth as silk. Some 64 inches I'd say, and plump, with soft and sweetly ripe tits."

"What shall I put then?" Sunny Jack asked in exasperation, his quill poised. "That's no good, Scobie."

"Twins. A matched pair, for fuck's sake. Blonde and plump... write that," Scobie told the youth angrily, and he reached for the girl's breast, cupping the orb and jabbing at her nipple with the fish-hook. "I bet you slid out of your mother's cunt with a scowl on your face and a complaint," he told the youth as the twin screamed.

Before the blonde had stopped screeching, the slaver reached to push his fingers into her cunt. "Ah, now here's a thing, a virgin," he said. "If her sister is the same, they'll bring 1500 pieces of eight as an exotic pair. Perhaps 2000, even."

"I'll write fifteen hundred."

"Get a steel belt on this one and her sister too," Scobie said, reaching for another copper coin, this time one that was splashed with a daub of white paint. He took hold of the girl's left tit and paused for effect, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed the needle-sharp point into her nipple. The blonde girl gritted her teeth, steeling herself against the thrust, but he delayed. When he pushed the hook into her turgid pink teat, pausing with it half in to twist the shank, turning the barb inside the nubbin, she did not shriek this time, but she let out a long anguished wail of despair.

"For the love of God, no!" Amy murmured, aghast at what was being done.

"There ye are, a white tag," Scobie told the girl as he pushed the hook fully through and watched the barbed tip appear on the other side.

The blonde girl slumped in her bonds. Like Amy, her tits were now adorned by two copper disks, and the viciously-barbed fish hooks that pierced her nipples were clearly visible. Within seconds, the girl's twin sister screamed as her nipples were also skewered by hooks.

They could only wait as Scobie worked his way along the line of slaves, tagging the tits of each terrified girl. Amy, her nipples unspeakably sore, tried to close her ears to the distressed squeals and screams of the other new slaves.