3hole stood naked, humiliated and horny at the top of the gangplank. Her hands were still bound behind her. Her mouth hole had been uncovered and a ball gag inserted. She could see the crowd gawking and nudging each other, pointing and taking pictures. Many were giggling. She saw who might be the wives lined up to the left looking grim. The training butt plug was still in place and visible to anyone behind her. It still had several steps to use. It was still making her clit throb with each heartbeat. She felt the wetness dribble down the inside of her thighs. The plug also had remote vibration, but she didn't know that ... yet. Her clit was a little achy but Jack had pointed out in training that it was a good thing because it made it hard for the slave to forget about their clits or cocks if a male slave.
As 3hole stood there naked, wet and a little nervous she thought about Brock and Pete. She had been a multinational purchasing agent and so were they. How she had fought with them and their chauvinistic ways. How Jack had brought her to her senses by making her go to them naked and apologetic, pleasure them and be disciplined by them for her previously bad behavior.
Then she thought about the time at the homeless camp. Jack brought her there and let the grubby and calloused hands touch her all over while she stood naked and spread eagled for them. He had her put perfume on her first. They were not used to touching a clean perfumed slave, let alone ever see one. She wasn't used to being fondled by calloused hands either. Jack's hands were softer. He earned his money by marketing photos of 3hole. She saw her self lying naked in the back of the car after walking nude through part of the town being fondled, grabbed and sucking cock-ending with an anal pounding ... not once but twice.
