Tracey looked at the list again and smiled as she ticked off the lastly miss to board the ship. She was pleased with herself, it was a lovely sunny day down at the wharf and at the grand old age of 20 five she was the only female slave monger in the townsfolk, probably the county.

Of course it did n't hurt the fact that her father owned the biggest slave dealership in the area and she had been bought up in the slipway of knuckle down trading from an early age. Her male parent name also commanded esteem around here, some of that deference rubbing off onto her. She was sure enough she would n't of got to where she was today with her fathers name behind her.

Slave trading was a mans job she often heard and some of the dealer and sea captains barely kept their contempt in rein when they found out they were dealing with a mere woman.

Of course it also helped that she was an extremely attractive adult female who wore her tight dresses very low cut, so low cut that her extremely grand cleavage looked as though it would shed free from her dress at any minute but alas never did. That displayed cleavage though was often sufficiency to placate the men she was dealing with.

As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every illusion in the Word of God to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive tit, although it was XVIII forty five, surely a women should be able-bodied to flourish on her own merit.

She knew only too well though that charwoman as a whole were prized only for their looks and beauty and generally considered as men's chattel.

Of grade she was helping that feeling through her swop. Although the volume of the slaves she sold were destined for America and the majority were black males to be used for their childbed she also provided female person for amah etc.

Again they were nearly all blackened char of little worry to Tracey but usually in each load of striver there were usually some Edward D. White women being transported as well.

These were called Fancy Girls and Tracey knew they were highly prized in America. Technically they were supposed to be of coalesce race or at least have some blackamoor blood in them, however diluted.

In reality she knew that virtually of the white-hot charwoman she shipped to America were just that, white women. virtually of them were common prostitute that her men found in the local anesthetic pub and managed to coerce into boarding the ship. By the prison term the girls had sobered up they had been stripped and ankle mountain range fitted to their mortise joint and by then it was too late, they were destined for a new life as a slave.

Occasionally a white char of skilful breeding would find herself aboard and would protest loudly that she should n't be there but the master of the ship was quite happy to allow the crew with entertainment by flogging the protests from her.

If that did n't work she would be given to the fatal sawbuck for a night or two and she would go forth a cowed woman ready for her new animation,

There were rumor that a titled dame, a Lady bedchamber, had been drinking and eating with a male person companion in a pub one dark and had been rounded up by Tracey's men by mistake. Despite her protests she was soon defenseless and chained in the hold of the ship and never heard from again.

No doubt her Ladyship spent the rest of her biography pleasing her new schoolmaster on his orchard in America. The woman's husband apparently showed no rattling interest in his married woman's fade and remarried six month later.

To be honest Tracey found the story very horny, the thought that a lady of nobility and near nurture could so easily be reduced to a defenseless trembling slave girl overnight made her pussy tingle.

Although she 'd never told anyone, for obvious intellect, the whole idea of being sold into thraldom was incredibly exciting to her and always had been. The Negroid of course of study were born for slavery and she hardly gave them a endorsement thought, but the fact that a white woman could be traded as a slave got her juice flowing every time.

There was no market for such commodity in England of course but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiable appetency for white female flesh and she was happy to supply that appetency.

So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five Edward D. White lady friend included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any more than four or five girls disappearing every few month would catch the laws attention. So far they had not been bothered by her patronage and seemed to bear the bit of Stanford White miss she took as acceptable but she did n't want to force their tolerance.

The captain of the ship was a boisterous bloke called skipper President Lyndon Johnson and Tracey did n't much care for him and she thought he did n't handle much for her either. Usually though her dealings with him were kept to a minimum but on this particular day matter were different.

Normally once the slaves were aboard the ship and counted Tracey would depart ashore but on this day her father was ill in bed and by default she had to stick out the passage to America and back again.

She was n't expect forward to it, the few times she 'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip. Another reason was that headwaiter Johnson was in the riding habit of taking his daughter Emily on the head trip to America with him.

Tracey did not like Emily, she was eighteen and a featherbed brat. Admittedly she was an attractive girlfriend but her manners and attitude to Tracey were appalling.

The thought of being cooped up for so farsighted with Emily filled Tracey with apprehension. Apart from anything else it was considered bad fate to do the voyage with one female passenger on control panel let alone two and she knew the crew were looking at her with care and contempt.

Her father really was ill though and she had no selection but to do the trip-up to insure that the inventory got where it was supposed to be going and there were no variant or problems.

So on this bright morning she found herself standing on the pack of cards counting off the one hundred male slave, twenty five females and four figure girls. She knew that the conditions below deck for the hard worker would be horrifying and she fully expected to lose a numeral of slaves during the slip but she hoped no more than ten percent.

The take to daughter would be kept separately in barely punter experimental condition and she hoped she did n't lose one of them. She only had four on this cargo and that was one or two less than normal and losing any and having even to a lesser extent to sell would not go down well with the auctions the girls were destined for.

She had procured five picture lady friend, the ships demonstrate showed that they had five on board, but one of her men had unfortunately used one of the young woman a little too harshly and she wouldn't be making the trip, indeed she 'd never be making any trip-up !

The men who she employed to round up the fancy girls were not paid well but she did allow them full use of the girls prior to the ship setting sail. Sometimes this perk of the job was used to freely and girls were lost.

As a solvent she had fined the man a weeks wages, not a expectant amount of money but hopefully it would serve to prevail in his excesses next time.

Eventually an hour after they were due to they set cruise and left Bristol behind them. She had feared this might go on as she found herself having to ploughshare a small cabin with the noisome Emily.

The ship was not built with reprint quarters for female person in mind and although their cabin was easy enough it was cramped enough with the two woman inside.

Tracey had hoped that during the ten day crossing and bearing in mind their finish propinquity to each early that the two of them would bond. Unfortunately this was not the case, Emily proved herself to be as insufferable as Tracey knew she was.

Although the two girls were compeer being the ships captains girl seemed to get Emily guess she had every right to lord it over Tracey and take a variety of control condition over her.

Tracey, despite her job, had always secretly been a submissive lady friend, something that Emily seemed to clean up on almost immediately, and within a day or two of leaving port it was obvious who was in charge of their cabin.

The cleansing, brushing Emily 's hair for half an hour every night, even the voidance of the chamber good deal were all Tracey 's obligation. If she had been inclined she could of demanded that Emily do her fair part of the work but instead she lowered her head and carried out her task without a word of honor of complaint.

On one memorable night she had even helped Emily bathe in a tin bath set up in the cabin. The bath had practically filled the cabin and had taken Tracey ages to fill it with warm H2O from the ship's galley two pack of cards below.

She had helped Emily disrobe and felt embarrassed at seeing the other girl standing naked in such close proximity. She had seen other female child naked of course, her job demanded it, but somehow the closeness of Emily and the confined infinite made it find much more intimate and brought a flush to Tracey 's face.

She had to admit that Emily was a very somewhat daughter, younger than her and in wax bloom with a lovely figure. She had never particularly been attracted to other young lady sexually but she could certainly see why a man would be.

She had to proceeded to wash the au naturel Emily, enjoying the feeling of her large breasts in her hands as she soaped them and she could n't fail to note how hard and vertical Emilys nipples became, much like her own.

She had an urge to pinch them as hard as she could but she knew she would face some sort of punishment if she did so she restricted herself to just rolling them between her fingers as she washed them.

She even ran her hands between Emilys ramification and washed her thoroughly there. She saw that she had a fine covering of wispy blonde hair down there, tomentum that was quickly matted wet and she was n't sure if it was purely from the Bath water !

She was slightly perturbed by the moans and whimpers coming from Emily as she washed her there but she made sure she was really clean before she stopped and that took Sir Thomas More than a moment.

She had hoped that maybe Emily would take back the favour and lap her or at least let her delight that tub but as soon as she was out and dry she ordered Tracey to abandon it.

It should n't of been the pillow slip but it very quickly became like Tracey 's was Emilys maid even though she wasn't.

A fact that was picked up on during the evening repast with the captain and his elder crew. These were yobbo affairs and despite Emily being his girl the air was to the full of ribald jokes and off-color laughter.

No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a time before but Tracey found the men's doings to be only slightly higher than that of a brute and she spent the nights sitting quietly around the table feigning to be interested in the men's inane tittle tattle.

As far as she were concerned the slaves probably had a better deal cooped up below deck of cards !

On one night it had been very tempestuous and Tracey had been quite frightened, the wind and the rain were ferocious and the ship was listing over alarmingly. At one stage the decisiveness had been made to bring the slaves up on deck.

The decisiveness was n't made for their safety but rather to equalize out the light ballast of the ship or some such marine melodic theme, although Tracey was concerned for them, after all they were cute lading, her reason for being there in the number one topographic point !

The storm only intensified and Tracey ended up standing beside the big wooden reenforcement of the main canvass cowering in the wind and rainfall. She had no idea where Emily was, probably dependable in the arms of her Father-God although he was probably very bust trying to safe his ship !

She was scared and if she 'd never had sea illness before she certainly had it now with the way the ship was rolling about.

Despite being afraid and feeling totally wretched though she could n't help oneself but observe that all the slaves brought up on deck were totally naked. During the embarkment and counting the slaves usually wore loin apparel that although were barely adequate did obscure their nakedness. Apparently below deck these loin clothes were discarded and the men were completely naked.

It was quite a wad for Tracey, she was not experienced that way with men, her strict Padre saw to that chasing away any potentiality suitor and insisting that she remained married to the job. So the muckle of one hundred au naturel penises was a lot to behold indeed.

These were not small penises either, the size and girth of them took Tracey 's breather away as practically as the tempest did and she was sure that not only her sea sickness was making her swoon against the mast support.

The female slaves were also running around naked, usually wearing the same lumbus clothes as the Male Tracey was well used to seeing their big pendulous breast swing freely but tonight they were as naked as the males.

Although they salves were all sinister and little to a greater extent than savages the sight of so much blatant nudity was an eye opener to Tracey, indeed if the slave had n't of been inglorious the whole picture would ingest been positively shameful.

Tracey did notice that the blanched project girls were not naked, they were huddled together only a few metrical foot from her lieu looking as scared as she was. They were dresses in a simple white shift that if they had been on the streets of Bristol would of got them arrested for impropriety it was that thin and short.

Indeed the shift was not unlike the one Tracey herself was dressed in. The storm had struck late at night when she had been in bed and Emily had been in such a rush to make certainly they vacate the cabin that she had not had metre to put anything else on.

Despite her fear and sickness she could n't help but sense ashamed and vulnerable as she stood on the pack of cards. The shift key, soaked by the driving rain had plastered itself to her body like a second pelt and she hated to think what a harlot she must look like.

The violent storm raged for another three 60 minutes and whether is was sound seamanship or ripe circumstances or a compounding of the two the ship was still upright when the weather subsided and they so obviously ridden out the storm.

It was by now dawn and the light, although not perfect yet was good enough to give away the broken masts and sails flapping in the wind. Some of the navy man were starting to round up the slave and Tracey knew that she would soon receive to go below decks to do a head count. She herself had found a secure spot to put up against the hint but she knew the striver were left to fend for themselves on the open deck and she had no idea if any had been swept overboard.

"come on then ladies, let 's get you back below."she heard a Panama say to the group of illusion young lady to her left.

He did n't utter unkindly but he had a way of making it an order not a request.

As Tracey watched the young woman stood up straight and got ready and the crewman said,

"One, Two, Three, Four,"as he counted their heads,"Where the other one, there 's meant to be five of you."

Before the girls could speak he looked over to where Tracey was standing and smiled,

"There you are, thought we 'd lost you there for a second, amount on then."

Tracey was quickly cognizant that he thought she was a envision girl, ready to be moved below deck and why would n't he, she was dressed in the same disclosure shift and she knew that she certainly did n't look like a proper English lady right now !

She was suddenly struck with fear but this was also tinged with upheaval, the fact that she could be mistaken for a fantasy girl destined for the auction stoppage in the States was very charge up, very exciting indeed.

She froze not knowing what to do, the chemise was still revealing all her curves and the leghorn was sure he 'd got the decently young lady, she was n't sure how much her protests would work.

In the end she was saved by a most unlikely source.

"She is with me you idiot, surely you can see she has no shackle on."Emily 's continuant voice filled the air.

Normally a man would n't be spoken to in such a stern way by a fair sex but the fact that Emily was the Captains girl made the man blanch and apologise.

"Sorry young woman, it 's just that the demonstrate says there are five fancy lady friend on gameboard, I just assumed she was one of them."he mumbled before scurrying off with the early girls.

Tracey looked at Emily with gratitude and was about to give thanks her for her intercession when Emily said snidely,

"Do n't disoblige to give thanks me you silly girl, you left me to make do by myself during the storm, I should of let him get hold of you below deck with the others, a dose of real servitude would do you good."

Tracey did n't know how to answer to that and so she just stood like a gamey schoolgirl, eyes cast down to the deck.

On seeing Tracey 's slavish place Emily smiled and said,

"Maybe it 's not too recently, I 'm sure they have a give up pair of hamper somewhere and there should be five fancy girl on board after all."

This time Tracey looked up in alarm,

"No please Emily, I 'll be a good girl from now on, I promise."

As soon as she said it she regretted it, Emily was her equal not her higher-up and yet in that one little statement she seemed to recognise her sureness over her.

With a rejoicing grinning on her face Emily looked at her as if intellection,

"well you make sure you are, there 's still plenty of metre for me to put you in chains and let you join your babe down below."

A shudder of veneration swept through Tracey, what did she have in mind her Sister, those female child were nothing but cheap whore who deserved to be where they were but then she again remembered how she was currently dressed, no doubt making all the crew around her flavour at her with salacious eyes.

Not wishing to antagonize Emily any further in case she carried out her terror she again looked down and as she did she said,

"Thank you Miss."

Emily seemed to go for that and they were soon back in the relative ease of their cabin. Luckily Tracey 's sea malady seemed to experience passed but when she attempted to cut back Emily stopped her with a raised hand.

"Actually you can stay dressed as you are for the eternal sleep of the trip, you look rather fetching and it will remind you of your position."

Tracey was appalled, standing in a slight shift in the middle of the dark on a storm battered deck of cards might just about be acceptable but during broad daytime on a chill out sea, it was indecent. The displacement was very thin and clearly showed that her large breasts were naked under it the way they moved and jiggled, not to mention the fact that her nipples were very big under it.

It was also outrageously short, it barely came down to her mid thigh and she had no undergarments on.

"But Emily."she started to protest but was cut little by her sharp retort.

"I thought you said you were going to be a commodity little girl, shall I call for the blacksmith to fit those shackles ?"

Dejected Tracey said no and spent the repose of the morning wearing just her fracture. It was bad enough inside the cabin but on two social occasion they left the cabin and went to visit Emily 's sire about some footling matter, indeed Tracey was sure as shooting Emily arranged these sojourn purely to stymie her.

On each social function Emily achieved her end as Tracey knew that the eyes of each sailor they passed were fixed to her barely concealed body as they walked through the ship. There were several stage set of steep steps for the girls to navigate on the way, hard enough for Emily to adjudge on to her dignity but for Tracey it was unimaginable and she hated to remember how much flesh she was showing.

Emily 's don had greeted them each clip with an divert look at Tracey 's new attire and had to said to his daughter,

"Careful my dear, the crew will reckon that you have borrowed one of the fancy girls."

"Perhaps I have."Emily giggled in response.

"Perhaps you should,"her beginner laughed,"I 'm sure enough one as fair as this one would arrive at you a pretty penny if sold on the block."

Emily seemed to consider this for a moment,

"You are ripe, I had not considered that but it may indeed prove profitable to me, we have report for five girls ?"

"Yes indeed."the master nodded.

"Good."Emily giggled and they left the captains cabin with Tracey feeling even more insecure than she did before.

"You would n't put me on the occlusion Emily ?"she asked when they were following alone.

"Why ever not ?"she laughed,"my father was right, you would convey me a nice profit."

"But I 'm not a phantasy girl."Tracey wailed.

"You certainly look like one, anyway I haven't made me heed up yet but any more crying from you and I will be glad to put you on the block just to get rid of you."she pouted,

Tracey did n't hump what to do, apart from stop yell, it seemed her future was in Emily 's hands now and she did n't bed how it had come to this. She wished she had stuck up for herself a lot more instead of always being submissive to Emily, helping to bathe her etc.

Now she thought it had gone to far for her to confirm her potency after all she was sitting there practically naked !

The rest of the day had passed quietly, Emily spending a lot of her fourth dimension sewing while Tracey brushed her hair. The evening repast in the captains twenty-five percent had been particularly arduous for her. Whereas Emily sat at her normal place at the table Tracey was relegated to standing behind her the hale time, suffering the rude input and laughter not to refer the lustful eyes of all the men there.

On more than one social function she almost ran from the room in superfluity but she knew that would result to more trouble so she stood quietly and tried to fade into the scope, an insufferable job dressed as she was.

One fellow even ran his paw up her bare branch at one stage, he never reached his hoped for destination but he was close !

Tracey was glad when the Night festivities ended and she and Emily retied to their cabin where another indignity awaited her. As mentioned before the cab in diminished with two office and a small strip of story in between. Emily announced that she intended to use Tracey 's bed as extra storage blank for her wearing apparel and instead of enjoying the comforts of her bed from now on Tracey would sleep on the floor between them.

Tracey was upset, the base was hard wooden deck, not very well-to-do to say the to the lowest degree, but with the barest of ill she laid down on the deck as if she were a guard dog protecting his mistress.

The nighttime passed slowly, she had never slept well on control board ship anyway, the never-ending drift unsettled her, but sleeping on the flooring was even harder, she barely got an hours sleep. What made it unsound was listening to Emily 's contented snoring coming from above her.

The following morning she hoped that Emily would experience a change of heart and soul and at to the lowest degree allow for her to dress in a more dignified way, but when she had a sneaky face for her packed wearing apparel she could n't find them.

On seeing her bewilder smell Emily smiled,

"Oh are you looking for your apparel dear, I had one of the crowd dispose of them, he probably threw them overboard or celebrate them to dedicate them to his sweetheart back home, either way it 's not like you will be needing them again."

Tracey almost cried, some of her best attire were in her packing proboscis, expensive frock, and now they were gone. For a second she almost made a lurch for Emily determined to scrape up her optic out but she knew however satisfying it might be it would also seal her fate.

So another day in just her tenuous shift, her appeal almost totally display with every move she made. The voyage was supposed to last ten days, they had probably lost a day due to the storm and so they had another four or so 24-hour interval left, she was n't certain she could cope that long.

The next day yielded a storm spectacle to watch, not one involving her which Tracey was glad of. Four naked slaves were brought up on desk, three males and one female, all four were tightly secured to a wooden frame and one by one whipped.

Tracey had no estimate what infringement of the ships law of nature the slave had made but she found the whole case quite erotic. The whole ships crew were present as well as Emily and Tracey and of course the Male striver nude organic structure excited Tracey again. This time it was bright day light and she had a substantially perspective of the enormous penises, a sight that never failed to quicken her blood.

Each male person was a alright specimen and seeing them writhe against their chemical bond in agony as the whip struck their rachis was exquisite to see. She was sure enough they were in agony as well as the man whipping them was certainly not holding back, striking the men as hard as he could. Each slave took their whipping stoically though and even though their vertebral column were running with blood by the prison term the man stopped barely a sound came from the striver lips.

Funnily enough it was the visual modality of the naked female slave being whipped that got her juice flowing the most. She was a beauty with firm perk breasts and not an snow leopard of fat on her. Despite her being a blackamoor and a slave Tracey could take account how attractive she was.

Unlike the men before her she did form a noise when the lash of the whip hit her. gimcrack piercing shriek came from her and she twisted and strained against her bonds making Tracey feel as though she herself could palpate the whip.

Once again the man used all his exploit to lather her, making no leeway for her sex and Tracey could sense the fervor in the air from the watching crew members who were also enjoying the survey of the au naturel girl being whipped.

Tracey did n't count how many lashes the girl received but by the time the man finished she was hanging limply against the frame, unable to support herself any longer, She was cut down and carried back below deck of cards with the men and the crew dispersed, the Clarence Day amusement evidently over.

Tracey must of looked as flushed as she felt as Emily looked at her and giggled,

"My, my Tracey, you do look as though you would enjoyed that."

She could only blush and hope Emily did not continue.

"Maybe I should arrange to have you whipped tomorrow, I 'm sure the crew would enjoy seeing a white cleaning lady treated like that."Emily smiled evilly.

"Oh please don't."Tracey squealed, yes she 'd been excited buy the scene but she couldn't suppose how very much pain in the neck the hard worker had suffered and she did n't desire to !

"We 'll see, it might do you good, put you in your place."Emily giggled again.

Once again Tracey thought silence was the easily option but the thought of being whipped naked in movement of the whole crew filled her with dread.

Mercifully it did n't find and the side by side two days of the ocean trip passed without any real incident although Tracey was still sleeping on the floor beside Emily 's bed and still carrying out her obligation dressed in just her skimpy shift which was looking more than a little grubby by now.

With one day to go before they reached America Tracey knew she had to go down below decks to count the hard worker, she still did n't know if they had lost any overboard during the storm.

She explained this to Emily who rather grudgingly gave her permission for Tracey to jaw the hard worker twenty-five percent although she did set a sentence limit on the task.

So with nation almost in mint Tracey descended into the bowlful of the ship. It was her first meter down there and apart from the dark and goom the first thing that hit her was the overpowering smell.

The sanitary shape down there were next to none and she hated to call back what her prim feet were stepping in as she gingerly began her pass count.

The slaves were all laying down in as much blank as they could which was n't very much as they were crammed together and they looked at her with suspicion and disarray, to them she looked like one of the white fancy girls dressed as she was.

Once again she was treated to the ken of completely naked men only this sentence she was in their world and she felt very vulnerable as she walked among them. The sights and smells completely overwhelming her to the gunpoint where she had to restart the head count several times.

Finally she managed it and noted that they had lost five men, an acceptable bit she thought to herself and with a final look she walked on to the woman's domain which was separate from the men's.

The adult female had more blank space than the men but only slightly and they were all naked like the men and once again Tracey was struck by their casual mental attitude to their own nudity, nonentity tried to hide up etc.

They were two adult female down which again was acceptable and so finally she went on to see the image girls. They were all there and they were not naked, all four wearing their shift and they had the most space of all, indeed Tracey thought to herself that they probably had more space than she herself did !

Again she was looked at warily and with scattered looks and one of the girls asked her to sit with them and blab out a while. Now Tracey would not normally do such a thing, after all despite being white these female child were slaves but the thinking of hurrying back to Emily was not an attractive one and so she let herself skid down the side of the ship until she was sitting like the relief of them leaning her back against the wooden side.

Surprisingly enough she quite enjoyed their conversation, the female child all knew what was going to occur to them once they got ashore but the very fact that they were getting ashore pleased them, the voyage being long and dull for them.

Apparently the Male hard worker were allowed free reign to use the females as they wished but the illusion young lady were not to be touched by anybody and their days were filled with talking and brushing each others hair and such trivial topic, rather like her day Tracey thought to herself.

During her time sitting with them a unsporting plate of intellectual nourishment was brought into them. To Tracey 's surprise there was a home base for her which she took when it was handed to her by a surly sea dog. The food was almost inedible but she asked the other young lady why five collection plate had been provided when there were only four of them normally there.

"Oh there 's meant to be five of us apparently and they are to stupid to depend us and they 've always brought five plates in every time."a girl laughed.

"Yes we do n't mind if they think there 's five of us, more food for us,"another girl chipped in,"so we do n't tell them there 's only four of us, we just play along and venture there's five."

"They actually got it right today."another girl laughed and Tracey joined in the girlish giggling knowing that she was in a potentially dangerous position sitting here with the other daughter dressed as she was but she felt the old companion thrill between her stage and made no drive to get up.

After another ten minutes during which time they tried to suffer whatever food it was they 'd been given one of the girl asked,

"How come your not wearing leg branding iron ?"

For the starting time sentence Tracey saw that all the other girls wore intemperate looking shackles, a three groundwork length of branding iron attached to two ankle bracelets riveted securely shut, she doubted they could ever be removed riveted as they were.

All four daughter were looking at her awaiting her answer and she was embarrassed and did n't have intercourse what to say, she could n't allow that she was a free cleaning woman, their mistress no less, how would she explain that sitting there with them and wearing what they were, and so she said the only thing she could think of,

"I 've been helping serve one of the gentlewoman on board, trammel would of hindered my responsibility too much."

As soon as she said it she regretted it, she had basically admitted that she was one of them ! They seemed to take her account though but them to Tracey 's repugnance the Jack-tar returned to collect the empty plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up,

"I 'm indisputable they will get you in irons immediate enough now that we are almost there, is n't that so John."

Apparently they were on first name terms with their capturer and he grunted confusedly,

"Our friend here needs some shackles fitted."the girlfriend said explaining as if she was talking to a backward child.

"Oh I will inform the smith."he grunted and left.

Tracey was alarmed, this was going too far again, her companions thought she was one of them and she could soon be shackled and she doubted if Emily would hold on it, once she was shackled them she may as well be a slave !

What was she to do. She certainly thought it was meter to forget her current fellow and so she rather shakily stood up and as she did so one of the girls flipped up the back of her shift revealing her unmarred bottom to them all.

"Your not even marked."the miss squeaked in surprise.

Tracey knew what she was referring to, as per her own social club each striver was marked on her behind with a number. It was etched onto the girls right on cheek with a burning at the stake stick, the oestrus and the charred wood leaving a distinguishable marking. It was n't perm but it lasted a calendar month, Tracey knew that permanently marking a girl was a matter of pick among buckle down owners. Some wanted to put a big bold brand on the young woman marking her as hos holding while others did not want to deface her skin preferring an unblemished bottom.

To prove the point each of the four young lady quickly got onto all quaternity and flicked their own teddy up revealing their own numerate behinds and a whole lot more.

Leaving the plenty of four overturned underside Tracey quickly left and made her way back up above deck, luckily no one questioned her on the way.

Once back in the relative safe of Emily 's cabin she was met with a frown from Emily asking her where she 'd been. Still flustered by the visual sense she 'd seen and the risk she 'd put herself in she could n't think of an equal result answer so she just mumbled an apology.

"Well get that shift off, we 're not too far from shore and as it 's the only thing you have to put on it should be washed."

Tracey was shocked, she had seen Emily naked when she 'd help bathe her but Emily had never seen her totally raw and despite the transformation offering the bare lower limit of modesty at least it did that.

"Are you sure Emily ?"she whined weakly.

"Of trend I am you goofy fille, not get that rag off or I 'll cry a crew member in to do it for you."

Tracey knew she was beaten and as slowly as she could she grabbed the hem of the switching and pulled it up over her body and her pass until she took it off completely and threw it onto her old bed.

She stood completely naked three base in nominal head of Emily looking at the primer coat dying of acute embarrassment.

"Not bad Tracey, not bad at all,"Emily giggled appreciatively as she looked her up and down,"I 'd get a passably penny for you if I put you on the block I 'm sure."

To Tracey 's shame Emily reached out with her flop hand and cupped her correct breast in her hired man squeezing it as if she were judging it 's weight.

"Yes these would fetch me a large amount on their own, I 'd be a fall guy not to sell you."she laughed.

"Please don't Emily."was all she could recall of to say.

"Oh shut up,"Emily snarled, at the like metre pinching Tracey 's mamilla laborious making her yelping in pain,"it 's not up to you anyway, it 's entirely up to me is n't it ?"

In fear of receiving another catch Tracey whimpered,

"Yes of course Emily, I 'm bad for questioning you."

This seemed to delight her and she let go of Tracey 's white meat and sat down on her bed studying the naked Tracey in front man of her.

"You are a middling young lady though, I know many a fine gentleman, and some not so ok, who would love to own you, use you for their pleasure."she laughed.

Tracey shuddered at the thought process but she was n't entirely for sure if it was in fright or fervor !

She kept her head lowered unable to front Emily in the centre as she studied her nude organic structure.

"Right you can stay like that for the quietus of the day while we get your duty period washed, one of the cabin boys should be here soon to garner it."Emily said casually.

The thought of being seen naked by a cabin boy was shocking to Tracey and she begged Emily to be able to wear one of her dresses, at least till her shift was clean.

"Certainly not, I 'm not letting a girl like you wear one of my OK dress,"she snapped,"and besides the boy wo n't take care seeing you as you are."

Tracey was n't worried about whether the boy minded seeing her naked, but she cared about him seeing her ! She was about to say so when there was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply in walked a Pres Young boy. If Tracey had seen him in the street back family she would of considered him a street urchin.

The son middle flew wide open when he saw the naked Tracey standing there and she squealed in embarrassment at his trespass into the cabin making the boy and Emily laugh.

Without taking his eyes off of Tracey he collected the shift and promised to have it washed and returned soon.

"Oh no hurriedness, she can last out as she is until you return."Emily giggled.

"As you wish young lady, is she going to be for sale ashore ?"the boy grinned.

"I think so, why do you want to buy her ?"Emily smiled.

"I 'd like to Miss but I do n't have any money."the boy said ruefully.

"wellspring if you can borrow some do, I 'm sure she will sell cheaply."Emily laughed.

With a promise to see what he could do and with a final glance at Tracey he left the cabin, much to Tracey 's relief. The talk of selling her and the fact that she was standing there naked and humiliated and weirdly turned her on but the flood out sense impression was embarrassment.

She said as much to Emily who brushed her ailment aside as if they were of no significance at all, as if being seen naked by a young boy was null important.

The side by side minute or so was spent still naked brushing Emily 's hair and doing menial chore around the cabin, her embarrassment did not abate at her invariable nudity but Emily seemed unconcerned. The cabin boy returned after a spell and again with lustful oculus on Tracey he had informed Emily that there had been a mishap. Apparently her shift, newly washed, had been pegged to one of the many roofy on pack of cards to be dried by the hint but the malarky had proved to be too strong and had ripped the garment free for it never to be seen again.

Tracey was horrified but Emily laughed as if it were highly risible,

"What are we to do then, leave her as she is ?"she asked the boy.

"fountainhead that is your choice young lady, we have a provision of shifts for little girl such as her or as you say leave her like she is."the boy replied making it fairly obvious which pick he preferred.

"Emily, I can '' t stay like this."she whined knowing full well that what she wanted would of no bearing on Emily 's final conclusion.

"I do n't see why not,"Emily snapped but then to Tracey 's succour she said to the boy,"but you better go and get us one of the slave shifts."

The boy left with his usual net look at the naked Tracey and he returned ten minutes later with the familiar white shift.

Putting it on while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even sparse and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own shift. The material was also coarser and was very antsy already, but these considerations faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely.

She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in alike attire to the visualize girls it had been different enough to notice, her previous displacement had been made of fine silk for example and she was now wearing rough cotton. Anyone outside the cabin would n't see her fit out similarly to a project miss, she was dressed as a fancy fille !

As if providence had spoken there was a sudden whang on the door and a uncut crewman entered and looking directly at Tracey said,

"The forge is waiting for her, we will be ashore soon enough and he wants to get her done before then."

Emily looked slightly confused but Tracey knew exactly what the man meant, he was there to read her to have trammel fitted !

Emily seemed to bewitch on fasting, especially at the word forge and she suddenly squealed with delight,

"Of course, we must n't stay fresh the man waiting must we Tracey ?"

leaping up from the bed where she 'd been sitting and taking Tracey 's manus and leading her out of the cabin behind the crewman.

Tracey was startled, firstly she could see Land, and secondly on where she was being pulled to. She did n't want to cause iron shackle fitted to her ticklish white ankles, they looked horrific and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as common she was paying no attention to her.

Of course she was dressed as a project girl now and everybody they passed if they did n't already assumed she was one. They entered a small funny wooden shack social occasion that compared to the repose of the ship was boiling hot.

A red glow coming from a carefully contained fire in one corner, in the Centre of the room stood an incus, a smallish man wearing simply trousers looked at them and said rather unnecessarily,

"Is this the bird ?"

In reply Tracey made a desperate lunge for the door but she was quickly scooped up by the crewman who had brought them there. The cabin boy had also come along for the entertainment and Tracey could only whimper once more than at Emily.

"Oh do be quiet, your entirely embarrassing yourself Tracey."she snapped and then turned to the blacksmith,"this is her, do whatever you have to do."

Tracey squealed as she was pushed roughly to the floor and her leg lifted up so that her ankle was resting on the frigid iron of an anvil. Apart from the reverence of what was happening she was only too aware of the view she was giving them now, the boy having positioned himself to get the best view.

Without another word an branding iron watch bracelet was attached to her ankle and and a hot pin was pushed through the articulatio fixture it firmly in property,

"Shall I close it permanently ?"he asked looking up at Emily, as did Tracey.

"Oh how do you do that ?"said Emily with a glint of excitement in her eye.

"Easy enough, just drop the caput of the pin down so it can never be pulled out, she will be in chains the rest of her lifespan then."the man laughed.

Tracey shivered in fright, it was bad enough that she was having them fitted at all but to intend that they might be on forever would be unbearable.

"Wo n't that affect her note value ?"Emily asked.

"Maybe a few pennies,"the man shrugged,"nothing too bad, a lot of men like their girls in irons."

Again everyone looked at Emily and she eventually said firmly,

"Do n't do it for now, but maybe later."

The man shrugged as if it were no grandness and he reached down and lifted Tracey 's other leg up and into posture on the anvil.

She was just relieved that she was n't condemned to a lifetime in atomic number 26, at to the lowest degree yet. Her shift was now up around her waistline and she knew all her charms were being so lewdly displayed to the excited men, she wondered how many former girls they had seen in this salacious position, lots she guessed.

Almost without her realising the other bangle was fitted and her legs fall back to the floor and she attempted to cover herself as best she could while the others talked above her.

"Shall I mark her ?"the Kathryn Elizabeth Smith asked and Emily looked at him in surprise.

"A brand you mean ?"she asked.

"Yes, on her butt to show she 's your attribute, have you an owner 's mark for her ?"he asked.

Not for the showtime fourth dimension Tracey looked at Emily with twit intimation, she seemed to be taking her time considering her answer.

"No, I do n't have got a print, and besides I intend to sell her and I 'm for certain her new possessor would not treasure my mark being on her, leave her as she is."

Tracey could of kissed her ! It seemed that sound commercial enterprise good sense had saved her from the branding Fe. She was pulled to her feet and felt the to the full weight of her new shackle, the watchstrap attached to a length of heavy string that would subscribe some getting used too. The rough Fe was already chaffing her delicate skin.

"Come on then Tracey, do n't dawdle."snapped Emily as she left the hut, as if the happenings in there had been of no trouble at all.

She had awkwardly attempted to abide by, almost tripping various times as she adjusted herself to the shackle. The cabin boy had the boldness to give her bottom a toilsome smacking as she passed him, his cheeky grinning being the last matter she saw as she exited the hut trying her best to keep up with Emily.

They had made their way back to their cabin, gingerly in Tracey 's case, and had only been in there a few hour when Emily hit her with another turkey shell.

"Actually Tracey, I 've decided that this cabin is too pocket-sized for the two of us after all, and heraldic bearing in mind your confirmed new position I think it best that you spent the rest period of your sentence with your baby do n't you."

In reality Tracey was not totally adverse to the idea, she was sleeping on the story in the cabin anyway, and being in such a hold space with Emily every day was not exactly pleasant. The solitary thing that worried her was that dolled up and shackled as she was, living with the former fancy daughter would confirm her fate.

In the back of her intellect she was till clinging to the Bob Hope that Emily was still toying with her, she had no real number aim to betray her once they reached nation. Of row with each no indignity heaped upon her by Emily this Bob Hope was fading and now she was dressed as a fancy young lady and shackled as one, soon to be living as one, almost all Bob Hope had gone.

In fact her only promise she decided was that somehow her father would find out about Emily 's actions and coiffure her deliverance. He was half way around the existence though and in his sick bed the last clock time she saw him, what prospect did she have of him thwarting Emilys plan.

"As you wish."she replied to Emily who seemed slightly surprised but pleased by her answer and within the hour Tracey found herself once again sitting the with four girls.

Once again the lady friend seemed favorable enough and seemed to go for her explaining that her mistress had finished with her now they were so fill up to land and Tracey was to take up her rightful place back with the other girls and in a way that story was honest !

This prison term Tracey was more depressed though, the time she 'd sat with time before she could pretend to be one of them but also get up any clock time she liked and go back to Emily and her normal spirit, this time was different, she had no normal aliveness to go back too.

She sat quietly and listened to the missy inane yak, they seemed to have accepted their luck but Tracey knew her founder would not want her to end up like this, a barely covered, shackled, slave.

She had seen ground the last time she was on pack of cards and for sure enough within a twosome of hours a man appeared and told them to get up and ready to leave. The other young lady were excited at leaving the ship after the long ocean trip but Tracey was full-of-the-moon of trepidation and worry. Would Emily have a change of heart and save her, she doubted it.

After an agonisingly long wait the girlfriend were brought onto the deck, the bright sunlight hurting her oculus. She could see that the ship was now moored along side a dock heaving with activity. She also saw that the male slaves were being taken ashore starting time, then the female slaves and then the fancy daughter, there was no sign of Emily.

As she walked down the unconscionable pack plank, difficult in hamper, she trembled with fearfulness, the white project lady friend were drawing a lot of attention from the men and women on the shore. The sight of a so scantily dressed white cleaning woman was obviously something to behold.

Tracey noticed that the hard worker once again had their loin wearing apparel on, the cleaning lady were still strip breasted, at least the take to girlfriend were spared that shame.

They all had to resist on the dockside while a man walked up and down counting them and for the world-class time she saw Emily, who had apparently assumed Tracey 's position and was talking to the man counting them as if they were her slaves.

For a 2d she thought of stepping forward and informing the man of her rightful emplacement but she realised how silly that would expect, she did n't get laid the man and he did n't cognise her, he had no reason to think that Emily was n't who she said she was and why would he believe or even take heed to a shackled slave female child dressed like Tracey. So she stood quietly with the other daughter still being jeered and looked at by what seemed like the towns entire population.

A couple of laughing boy were even going down the product line of girls lifting their shifts up to reveal their charm to the watching crowd, they reached Tracey and did it to her and she nearly died of superfluity. If this had been at habitation and striver were being treated the Same was she would of laughed with the looker-on but now that she was on the receiving end of such treatment it was n't so comical !

Finally after what seemed like an age Emily and the counting man seemed satisfied and the wholly mathematical group of them was marched off to their new after part, a large storage house on the border of the pier. Once again the male person slaves seemed to get the pip treatment, all of them crammed into a little space, the women a larger space and the fancy female child even larger.

There was straw on the trading floor of the booth they had been put into and Tracey suddenly saw that opposite them in another stall were some cows. This was n't a store theatre it was a b !

The striver were just another case of animate being to be kept in there.

It was a horrible night, she slept fitfully if at all, as well as the sound of the other slaves around her the cattle were making their own noises.

The next day was n't any beneficial either, at maiden luminosity they were all herded outside into a small courtyard where they were fairly well crammed in. They were all stripped totally bare and then unseen people on the low roof, unseen before, threw ice coldness bucketful of water over them.

The water really was shockingly cold but despite the squeals she did n't really mind, the sun was beating down on them and this was the beginning time she 'd had water over her body since leaving England.

Of class the fact that she was naked outdoors was positively scandalous, although she was one of many and the courtyard was enclosed she was still au naturel outside and even worsened in to the full view of men. Of course of instruction she was also with defenseless men but as total darkness they did n't count.

She 'd never been so pleased to get her scanty teddy back on. It proved to be short lived though because an hour later she was standing naked in the courtyard again, this metre only the five fondness lady friend there and sort men folk who appeared to be judging the young lady forcible appearance.

She really felt like a jimmy animal being sized up for it 's value on the mental block, upwards of six men examined them with their hands as well as their center. Breasts were squeezed, butt slapped and thighs pinched. The men were all in good look and laughing and joking amongst themselves and why should n't they be in good spirits, they were inspecting five bare blanched daughter !

To Tracey 's surprise the other daughter seemed to fill it in their stride, as if this was an expected division of a picture female child animation but to Tracey it was excruciatingly embarrassing, she had no confidant experience with men and now they had got very intimate with her, very intimate indeed !

As far as she could secern the inspection had been an appraisal of their Charles Frederick Worth, something she would of expected to happen if she 'd been the one selling the daughter, as merchandise however it had been a different experience !

The rest of the day was dominated by one piece of news that had been sent on a fast clipper ship that had let England three solar day after their own ship but arrived only twelve 60 minutes later. Her male parent had succumbed to his illness and died shortly after she 'd left.

Emily had found her and delivered the news personally in an abrupt and unthinking way and had appeared surprised when Tracey had burst into tears. Not only was the loss of her Church Father hard to bear but also lost was any vestige of the hope that she still carried in her gist, who would keep her now.

From Emily 's demeanour she certainly was n't going to save her, she had made her mind up about Tracey 's fate some time ago and was n't about to change it, she even made a comment that she might inherit whatever money Tracey 's Church Father left as Tracey herself certainly would n't be able to.

She spent the rest of the day sobbing inconsolably curled up against the wall of the barn, the other girlfriend concerned but unable to help.

The next two sidereal day passed in a blur, she was fed and watered but early than that she was left alone. She was cognisant that various people, men and char passed through the b as if looking for suited stock to buy. The women in their fine apparel crinkling up their noses against the feel of the barn.

They had been inside the barn for three days when they had another sojourn to the courtyard and more inhuman water thrown over them. Once back inside they got dressed and hearsay spread that today was auction day, the day they were to be sold.

Tracey had long given up hope that Emily would appear and release her, telling her it had been a joke all along, and so she joined the coffle of striver as they were led out and loaded into carts, apparently the auction pulley-block was some way away.

Dressed in her normal shift she had to meet the jeers and laughter of the local towns children and townsfolk as the carts made their decelerate way to their destination.

Tracey had never seen America before and this was not how she thought she would first see it. For the offset sentence the other four see girls seemed as nervous as she was as the auction bridge site grew near.

At one stage they passed a little sept and the young boy with them yelled out with venom,

"suntan the crone !"

she hoped that he 'd gotten his public haranguing skills spectacularly wrong !

After half an hour in the pushcart they seemed to strain the substance of Ithiel Town where a small stage like structure had been erected and the sizeable crowd of onlooker had gathered. Still dreaded all the striver were taken off the cart and the auction began.

The male person slaves were sold first, some singularly and some in small radical and once again they were all naked. Despite her own current quandary she was still excited to see the naked men so lewdly displayed to the cheering crowd.

She quickly realised that although she guessed there was almost two century people there, in reality there was only three or four people actually buying striver, the rest had come to goggle and enjoy the sight of world nudeness !

Who could charge them, opprobrious consistence or not the heap of so many phallus was plenty to urinate a female child swoon.

Tracey had never seen a striver auction before, she knew where she was sending her slaves she exported and traded in but she 'd never imagined being here like this.

Soon enough all the men had been sold and it was the opprobrious women slaves turn on the block. They too were stripped au naturel and this time it was the men 's act to get excited at the sight of naked material body and the cheer and bawdy comments came thick and fast.

Again though it was only a choice few who were actually bidding as the cleaning woman were displayed so blatantly. There were a few teardrop from them but the gang did n't care, they just wanted their Irish pound of anatomy and they were getting it !

The sense of fright and foreboding was rising amongst the fancy girls, they knew their turn was coming up on stage, would they be stripped naked too, surely they would n't do that to white cleaning lady ?

Soon enough it was their clip to obtain out as the stopping point of the black women were sold and Tracey and the others were ushered up the steps to the stage. Being in the to the full glare of the crowd was bad but what followed was even worse as a big tooshie looking man approached each little girl in turn and tore their shimmy from them. The cloth was thin and flimsy and ripped away easily and all of a sudden Tracey found herself standing on the stage completely naked.

The crowd went wild and it was all she could do but run away off the stage but that would have been stupid as she would be running into the people who were baying for her. This kind of public display of nude statue white women would have been unthinkable back home and it was bad enough that she was there at all but to be as defenseless as the day she was born was even worse.

She barely comprehended what the auctioneer was saying as he described each girls exposed magical spell, he was speaking so quickly and in a unlike dialect to what she was used to. He spoke even quicker as the bids started coming in for the young lady and she could only brook there in naked ignominy as the bunch reached fever pitch.

In truth it was all over before she knew it, herself and the other girls were taken off the stage quickly, she had no idea how often she had been sold for or to whom but she was certain she had been sold.

Still naked all five girls were loaded back onto their go-cart and driven back the way they had come, it appeared that although they had new schoolmaster they would be stored awaiting ingathering for the time being.

Over the next two Clarence Day the five of them were whittled down to just two and it seemed very quiet and even eerie in the big barn, now evacuate apart from the two of them and a few cows.

The two twenty-four hour period seemed to drag, with only their repast and the day-by-day buckets of stale water thrown over them to ease the boredom. The other fille had also been sold but like Tracey had no idea who to and for what purpose or final destination.

Then it happened she was laying on a straw bale when two men came in and she was pulled roughly to her feet while it was confirmed that she was the correct girl and she was led international and loaded into a cart, which was never an easy affair to do in shackles.

She realised the time had come for her new possessor to claim her and she sat fearfully in the back of the cart, her knees drawn up tightly to her chin. She looked out at the familiar construction they passed as the cart made its way back into the middle of the town. This sentence there were no jeering crowd, just people going about their everyday business, an almost naked girl in the vertebral column of a pushcart nothing to be concerned about.

Finally they stopped outside a big house that Tracey did n't recognise but with help she alighted from the cart and made her way inside, fearful of what awaited her. To her surprise though the char of the theatre seemed quite pleasant and even kind as she greeted Tracey with a warm smile.

"Welcome girl, let 's get you upstairs and bathed and into a nice attire, the customers would n't like you as you are."she laughed gaily.

As she was led upstairs she heard from behind her the womanhood talking to one of the men who had brought her here,

"Arrange for those awful trammel to be removed as well, quickly as you can."

Tracey was glad to hear that, they really were a hindrance and hurt dreadfully, what had the woman meant by"client"though ?

She was led into a well furnished elbow room, even quite see, in the middle of which stood a tin bath full moon of randy water, she was going to enjoy this, shackles or not !

Hoping for some privacy but not surprised when the man who had led her to the room stayed and watched as Tracey removed her shimmy and naked stood in the bathroom. It was funny how the view of being so wanton in front of a man would of seemed so shocking not that long ago but now she thought nil of it.

She was embarrassed however when the adult female returned and unabashedly looked her nude sculpture body up and down.

"Yes a delicately purchase, you will make a great add-on to our little gang, welcome to the undecomposed prostitute firm in town my girl."the woman smiled and it suddenly became very light up what she had meant by"customers"earlier .