Amanda shivered slightly, then gathered her voice: "Feeling...hard and a bit swelling..." She coughed and blushed in the moonlight, then looked up at him. "Please forgive me. Using my full name when I'm speaking of myself back in the day, that's fine. I promise to do that. But how do I refer to myself now, if you ask this girl how she feels or what she'd beg for?"
Abigail felt tension slamming through her. She had been used as a doll for the past few hours and now she looked in awe at the marks that told her and Miriam they were seen as some kind of human chattel. She started sobbing and hissing under the pain and humiliation, she just couldn't believe it. She was stamped, branded as a slave, no one would ever be able to remove it. Chained and used for anything they'd ask. Mommy, mommy! Worse still, she could feel her clit twitching softly.