"No, you big, stupid, slut. I instructed you to refer to yourself as Miss Amanda Glickman and you called yourself Amanda. You will say, in full, Miss Amanda Glickman everytime you refer to yourself in your old life. You have one more chance to tell me about it correctly. If you fail, your tongue will be cut from your mouth without further ado. I don't give a shit if you move. You're restrained tight enough," Mike said, still holding her hair tight.

Bob frowned, "No, you don't, Korah. I love you. You are my slave but not like these other sluts are the slaves of their masters. Your happiness matters to me. If you really aren't into something, you, alone among the slaves, may tell me and I will usually fix it." He kissed her lips lightly. "So how do your breasts feel, dearest? Tell the truth."

The next thing Abigail and Miriam felt was intense heat approaching their left cheeks. Miriam's thick, white cheek and Abigail firm tan one alike had brands pressed into them, seering the flesh as the men held them steady. The men were horny but even the most dedicated masochist would likely have felt nothing but agony on the girls' side, much less these new captured sluts. Without their bits, tongues would have been bitten off. As soon as the brands were pulled away, the men were rubbing those asses with ice and soothing palms to clean the brands and ease the women's pain. They were hard men but even they felt a bit of sympathy at this. They then moved around to show each girl her brand, J on Maital and D on Abigail. They then unhooked the bits and stuck water bottles into their mouths, letting the girls suck the water for a bit.