"You don't have a choice", the smith said as he pulled her over to the branding stocks. He was much to strong for her to resist and Jim made no move to help. Strapping the struggling girl into place, he turned to the brazier and addressed Jim. "Once you brand her, you won't have to listen to her protests again."
Jim licked his lips as he took the glowing branding iron to Sharon's quivering buttock. He fiqured that turning her into an obedient robot slave would be the least irreversible change, since he could order her to behave normally if they ever escaped from Maledomia. And if they were stuck it would be the best way for her to cope.
Sharon screamed as Jim pressed the brand to her flesh. Her skin hissed and smoked as the brand was burned in.
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