Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a o.k. American man.

She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl it had to be said, and like so many young lady struggling to induce a living by herself she had decided to try her destiny in the commove farming of America.

In true statement her early on lifespan in the new estate had been grueling work as well and she had even endured a shortly charm working in a public house, which was not much Sir Thomas More than a whore house, as a public house girl. Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what her daughter was doing. It was not Tracey 's preferred type of study but in reality it paid the circular and gave her a little extra in her purse every week so she gritted her teeth and did her secure to pee-pee the saloon owner felicitous with her body of work.

Most of the men she also had to hold back happy were pleased with her and why should n't they be, she was a very reasonably blonde blessed with generous sized boob and of course her English accent mark used to drive them wild with luxuria. Unfortunately most of them were drunk and smelly and not the type of man she would normally spend any sentence with, even a saloon miss had standards.

Every now and again though a man of finer stature would look for her companionship, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John the Divine Chambers. He was not really to her taste, he had a fell streak in his mode and his case but she was hardly in a position to spurn his progress and he soon became a regular visitor to her way in the saloon.

He did have one redeeming divisor, he was affluent and did not mind spending some of his wealth on Tracey and she soon had a fine excerpt of the fanciest dresses and shoes, something which made the former girlfriend jealous but she was hardly friendly with them anyway, common saloon girls were beneath her she thought to herself, forgetting the fact that she herself was a saloon girl.

Mr Chambers frequent visits soon paid off in former ways, despite the fact that he was twenty year her senior and her current occupation he proposed to her one fine Apr morning and they were married in the June.

Perversely he insisted that she carry on working in the ginmill right up until the day before the marriage but once the ring was on her fingerbreadth she moved herself into his fine planetary house and waved so long to the public house forever.

She would like to say that the next two yr were blissful but they were not. Yes she was living a life of luxury compared to previously but it soon became clear that her husband was an oafish wild boar who did n't love her at all, instead he wanted his own personal harlot on hand for his perverted lusts without having to leave the house.

Married life sentence very soon became very strained and apart from in the bedroom, where she had no selection, she kept her length from her husband as much as possible, something he was happy with as well.

He carried on working at the bank of course, something which would often make his humor most smutty and Tracey had felt the entire force of his riding crop on legion occasions while he worked out his defeat on her.

She hated his physical assaults and she knew the retainer were well cognizant of them which caused her bang-up plethora but she felt that she had no option but to put up with the position. Divorce was unthinkable, she was sure it would leave her penniless and forced to rent her physical structure out again, no better than what she was doing now !

It was n't only Tracey living in churning times, she had read in the newspapers that worry was brewing from the Confederacy of the country. Something to do with slavery, which was rife in the south and lupus erythematosus common in the North.

Tracey lived in a moneyed suburb of New York and the Dixie and its problem seemed so far away however that she did not waste much sentence on the matter, she had her own troubles to worry about !

And then completely unexpectedly and much to her delight she received a hand written letter from her first cousin Emily. She had not seen the girl for a few class, they were roughly the Saami age but Emily had made the journey to U.S. a year earlier than Tracey had.

Apparently Emily had done well for herself and married a moneyed plantation proprietor in Magnolia State who from what Emily described was considerably better off then her own husband. The letter had finished with an invitation for Tracey to inflict at any time, an approximation that seemed very attractive to Tracey at that time.

Of course raising the subject with her husband was problematic, he liked to keep her in the theatre and was rarely allowed out, she did however slowly but surely body of work on him and within two workweek she had his permission to visit Emily for an indeterminate distance of clip.

In accuracy Tracey has never really like Emily, she was an opinionated and headstrong miss jealous of Tracey 's good looks but an excuse to get away from her overbearing husband was not to be overlooked and anyway the trip would be exciting, her life sentence at the second was so dull !

Excited beyond belief Tracey had caught the train for Mississippi one mulct morning waving goodbye to Martha on the platform. Martha was one of their servant who had driven the trap to the station, her darling husband could n't even be bothered to see her off.

Martha was a comely woman who Tracey suspected had shared her hubby bed on many an social function before she had arrived, probably in the vain hope that he would take her for his married woman. Of course Tracey had come along and ruined that little idea, something for which Martha seemed to hold a score against Tracey ever since.

Martha knew of Tracey 's yesteryear as a saloon daughter, something Tracey would rather she did n't eff, especially she did did give the grudge but it was too late for that now. The girl had warned her of travelling to the deep south alone but Tracey had dismissed her warnings as scaremongering, after all she know about slavery but she was a innocent flannel woman, not a Negroid like Martha, what could possibly find to her. And besides she admitted to a certain curiosity about slavery.

Yes they had handmaiden in their own menage but from what she understood thrall was different, you actually owned the hard worker and could do whatever you wanted to them. They were little Thomas More than animals and frequently worth to a lesser extent. Indeed Tracey had read an article in a newspaper recently where an account of a white woman being sold as a slave was discussed.

Apparently such woman were called fancy little girl and were quite a common mass in the South. The musical theme that a white girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common hard worker seemed preposterous to her but it seemed that it was a coarse sufficiency occurrence.

The story she read about concerned a young widow woman who was trying to clear a living from the little farm her late husband her left her. unbeknown to her the farm was mortgaged to the hilt and when she failed to get to a payment the bank foreclosed on the loanword and took the farm back. In the banks eyes they not only owned the land but anything on the estate and this included the farmers wife. She was put up for sale at the following market and sold to the highest bidder who took her off somewhere never to be seen again.

There was much more point in the clause and the very mind shocked her but she had to accommodate it also excited her and the peril, however low, only added to the thrill of the journey.

Martha had given her a letter of the alphabet of introduction when she 'd said goodbye which was normal for a Pres Young lady travelling alone. Something she could show to anyone who asked to prove who she was and that she was of good standing etc.

She was n't supposed to read it but the train journey was a long one and she was quickly bored and so she could n't stand firm. The letter started as she 'd expected it too, telling any potential reader that she was an honest and genteel English girl married to an important banker and she was to be treated with every respect and courtesy. So far the alphabetic character did what it was supposed too, explaining that she was a lady to be respected but it soon took a dark step.

The letter of the alphabet went on to say that her husband had met her while she was working as a tart in a taproom servicing men of all creeds and colouring !

Although this was reliable it certainly was not the kind of affair you mentioned in civilized society. All creeds and colour was also dependable but up in the north where she lived it did not carry the stigma that it so readily did down south.

The varsity letter went on in even more damning condition and said that should anything take place to her husband she would no doubt revert to being a whore and selling herself to any man regardless of his people of color providing he had a cent in his pocket because that was what she was, a instinctive slut.

Tracey was shocked, this was not a letter of introduction this was a letter which destroyed her persona, thank God she had read it before showing it to anyone !

Placing it carefully back in her bag she vowed to demolish it at the commencement opportunity and in the lag she was certainly not going to be showing it to anyone ! She knew that the due south was puritanical compared to the northward and showing the letter around would have her untold damage, and even unsound was the argument that she had serviced coloured, probably a hanging discourtesy in the south !

No, even though people would expect her to have such a alphabetic character it was to stay hidden.

Tracey soon found herself engaged in pleasant conversation with a youth man, slightly younger than herself and it amused Tracey that he was having a grueling time moving his eyes from her prominently displayed segmentation. It appeared that northern cleaning lady wore there neck lines a lot lower than their southern sisters.

It was a pleasant enough conversation however and helped facilitate the boredom of the trip, he asked her where she was going etc. and when he heard and saw that she was alone he offered his advice,

"Be deliberate down there young woman, from what I understand it is a serious space for a offspring fair sex such as yourself to be to be on her own, slave traders abound."

Instantly feel her curiosity roused she giggled slightly,

"But Sir, I am a white adult female, surely I would be safe ?"

"The demand for fancy daughter is mellow and white women are sold into slavery every day ma'am."

"But I am a refined young lady."she uttered sounding shocked.

"Refined young Lady are highly separate after, believe me you will be highly prized, slavery for adult female such as yourself is mutual place and opinion of as a fiddling matter. You will attract a lot of attention from the trader as soon as you step off the train."

Although she was sure he was telling the truth, the idea of being approached by a striver trader eager to procure her was maddeningly exciting and she blushed furiously. A fact that was noticed by the young man.

"Of course I have heard that some white womanhood desire to be striver, owned and treated as mere property, if you like I could point the slave traders in your direction to make sure they do not pretermit the opportunity to gain you ?"he smiled knowingly.

"No that will not be necessary,"she said quickly,"I am sure they keep a well practised eye open for unmarried fille like myself alighting from trains."

"They certainly do Miss, daughter like you are two a cent I am sure you will be sleeping in a slave pen tonight awaiting sale in the morning, in fact I guarantee it."he chuckled.

With a final long feeling at her now heaving bosom he left her perambulator leaving her alone with her own excited thoughts.

Why did the thought of slavery excite her so much ? Maybe because they did n't have any descriptor of it where she came from and certainly not for Andrew D. White women !

All she knew was that her work force were clasped very tightly in her lap !

The train seemed to take an interminably long time to reach New siege of Orleans and as it got closer and closer to the great City the temperature seemed to heighten high and gamey. Tracey was happy she 'd bear such a low cut dress and had even surreptitiously untie another stay around her back so that the frock hung even lower, dangerously low ! But the heat warranted the risk.

Finally the train pulled into the place and she was overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle of the concourse. As note she had barely left the confines of her house recently and the swarming mass of people suddenly surrounding her almost took her breathing place away.

She did make do to pimp a station Cole Albert Porter to move her baggage. For the start Night in the urban center she was staying alone in the station hotel and Emily would arrive in the morning and learn her to her plantation.

As she gamely followed the porter through the bunch she was aware that she was drawing a lot of attention from the people they pushed through, especially as her dress was threatening to splatter its message out into fully view at every step !

She was also aware that several of the hoi polloi looking at her were shady looking men who did not seem to be very pleasant and Tracey wondered if these were the aforementioned slave traders ! Maybe the front of the Cole Albert Porter made them back off though and in any display case none approached her.

The hotel foyer seemed pleasant enough and the young dame at reception handled her readjustment with suitable amphetamine and she was soon ensconced in her room which overlooked the concourse from which she had just arrived.

Unpacking she placed the hateful letter of the alphabet of introduction in a bedside drawer before taking her dresses etc. out of the packing fount and carefully hanging them up. She had no idea if she had brought desirable dress but it would let to do, it was all she had !

Once satisfied that everything was in its rightful office she called down for some tea and relaxed into a small-scale chairman looking out of the window high above the still bustling platform.

Once her tea was delivered she contented herself with watching all the hoi polloi below her. Another gear arrived, she knew not where from and spewed forward its payload of rider onto the already busy platform. She watched as single men darted off importantly and folk called out for cabs to take them to their destination. Several single women had alighted along the length of the caravan and she noticed that almost without fail they were quickly approached by the same louche men that she had noticed before.

They seemed to be offering the madam their aid and each lady was happy to watch them off the weapons platform and out of Tracey 's mickle. She could only wonder if each peeress received the assist she required or if the men had some other purpose in creative thinker for them !

Eventually tiredness overcame her and without pulling the shades, she was high enough up she reasoned, she lay on the heavy bed and let sleep take it 's hold.

She reckoned it was approximately five pm when she 'd laid down and she awoke with a start at just gone midnight. An arriving train had blown its steam whistle and the noise had woken her. Groggily she had gotten off the bed and looked out of the window. The platform below was much lupus erythematosus crowded at the time of night, indeed the only people on it appeared to be the shady men and the alighting passengers.

The men were much more aggressively approaching any only female passenger this meter, obviously emboldened by the clip of day. As Tracey watched several women were being led off the chopine by the men holding them by the arms looking much more sinister, their aim much more clear now.

Tracey did think of going down there to see if she could avail the pathetic cleaning woman in any way but she decided against it, what help could she have and anyway if she went down there she was likely to end up a target for the men herself ! So she stayed by the windowpane watching as almost every fair sex by herself was led forcibly away no doubt to tart a new life they had not expected when coming to New Orleans.

Or perhaps some had expected it ? After all had n't the young man on the caravan said as much, perhaps that was why they had picked a wagon train that arrived at this late minute of the say, because they knew they were almost certain to be approached.

Tracey had no estimate but she had gone back to bed with a familiar wetness between her pegleg at seeing first handwriting the women being taken away to turn slaves, fancy girls.

The next first light she arose early and although she had only just unpacked her clothes she packed them neatly again. She even retrieded the letter from the drawer and unsure what to do with it she put in in her handbag for safe keeping, she didn not need to ask it to Emily 's but she also did not want to pass on it in the hotel where it could be found and read.

She had to eat breakfast downstairs and although she wore a slightly more conservative dress she was still aware that respective of the male invitee and even some of the hotel employees were eyeing her suspiciously and also lustfully and she was happy to be able to retire back to her room once she had eaten.

Emily was not due till noon and so she had respective boring hr before there was a knock on the room access and Emily entered, as well as a boastfully black man which took Tracey by surprise.

The two girls hugged and kissed and Emily chided Tracey on how low cut her dress was and Tracey wondered what she would of said if she had seen yesterdays attire !

The black man was obviously a hard worker and he stood immobile as the two fille chattered excitedly catching up until it was prison term for him to engage Tracey 's luggage down to the buggy.

"My goodness girl how long are you staying for."Emily laughed on seeing the quantity of luggage Tracey had and Tracey noticed that her cousins side accent had been replaced by a clear-cut southern drawl.

The two girls talked incessantly during the long drive to the Plantation, about their various lives, husband, wealth and anything else that took their partiality. As per usual the heat was overpowering although Emily seemed to cope in force with it than Tracey, she was used to it she guessed.

When the Plantation business firm finally came into survey Tracey 's breather was almost taken away, the billet was huge, huge and gleaming white with long gallery running the length of each floor and there was three floors.

Inside was as massive and luxurious as the outside with big assuredness rooms, billowing lacing pall and nerveless wooden trading floor. Tracey was sure she would never see her way around the planetary house, however long she stayed.

Emily showed her to her room which was light and airy and to her surprise, seemingly waiting for them, a pretty bleak young woman stood to attention.

"This is Tilly, she is your maid and will expect after you during your stay."said Emily placing no importance to it.

Tracey was used to servants back base but she had never had her own personal maid.

"Now I think a bath is in order, I bet you never had one at the dreadful hotel and after that farseeing train journey yesterday I bet one is overdue."

Tracey did not contend with her, one was overdue !

"Tilly bring some hot H2O for a bathing tub for Miss Tracey."Emily snapped and Tilly scuttled off.

Tracey had n't even noticed the turgid bath standing in the corner of the room and she did admit the though was appealing.

"Now let 's get these dress off you shall we."Emily said and approached Tracey men raised and Tracey instinctively stepped backwards.

"What 's the issue girlfriend, you can # t have a Bath fully clothed, and besides it 's only us ladies here, now do n't be a silly girl."she said rather sternly.

This time as Emily started undoing the back of her frock Tracey stood still letting her without interference and soon she was down to just her elusion. Tilly had entered and re entered the room several fourth dimension with big jugful of water filling the bath and had hardly paid her any heed but even so Tracey was still embarrassed and it got even unfit when Emily started tugging her berth off her and she was quickly standing before them stark naked !

Even though their was only the three girls in the elbow room Tracey was still horribly self conscious, she had not stood naked in front of others for some time. She knew she had a dead body to be proud of but she was not used to showing it off.

"Oh tone at you, you always were the beauty of the family."Emily uttered and Tracey noted the intimate twang of jealousy in her voice.

All she could do was abide there feeling ashamed and miserable while Tilly finished filling the bathing tub to her satisfaction.

To defecate matters uncollectible Emily suddenly reached forward and took hold of Tracey's right breast and squeezed it firmly as if she were kneading bread.

"I always envied these when I was Danton True Young, so much wagerer than mine."she giggled continuing to squeeze.

Tracey was shocked at her readiness and didn't know what to do or say so as a upshot she did nada and just stood there while he cousin continued to feel her.

"Do n't you reckon these are lovely Tilly ? Emily casually asked the girl who smiled and nodded her accord which made Tracey blush, it was one thing to have your naked organic structure appraised by your cousin but another to assay the approval of a mere slave.

She was relieved when Tilly indicated that the bath was gear up and Emily let go of her save to help her into the warm bath where she quickly sat down and let the weewee grant her some modesty back.

She had to take that sitting in the bath was blissfulness and this time it was Tilly 's bout to run her hands over her as she washed her. Again Tracey was embarrassed but she assumed that Tilly was quite happy to wash her schoolmistress as portion of her obligation and soon her deal were roaming all over her dead body while Emily stood nearby continuing to chat.

Tilly was washing her breasts and Tracey had to include that her nipples were standing up proudly when she saw Emily casually open her small bag as if to unpack it and she withdrew her hand holding the hateful letter !

"Oh is this your alphabetic character of introduction, I will put this somewhere good for now but do n't concern I 'm sure it will be read by lots of folks once we start socialising."

Tracey was shocked but did n't jazz what to do, she was sitting naked in a bath being attended to by a black girl, any attempt to film the letter from Emily now would be treated with suspicion so instead she sat still and let Emily aim the letter.

At this stagecoach Tilly's wet and soapy hands were gently washing her titty which was having an undeniable affect on her and as she watched Emily push the varsity letter down her segmentation for safe keeping a waving of naughty excitement overtook her.

Eventually the bath was finished and she stepped out and was wrapped up in a big fluffy towel by Tilly who proceeded to vigorously rub her down.

Once dry the towel was taken away and once again she found herself standing naked in the room in movement of the other two while Emily fussed around looking for something for her to wear.

Tracey had to admit that it was n't only the cool air in the room that was hardening her nipples which was all too obviously fully erect.

Her submissiveness was tested to the limit though when without warning a man entered the elbow room ! From Emily 's chemical reaction and manner it was obviously her husband and he said,

"Oh there you are."before he noticed the completely naked Tracey standing beside his wife. It was hard to say who was the more shocked, Tracey or the man. Her natural reaction would be to squeal in embarrassment and run and try and embrace herself from his regard. Instead she stood her reason and looked firmly at the floor as she knew he was looking at her fully exposed body.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise indeed, I was thinking it was sentence we got a new fancy girl and this is a fine one indeed."he smiled lustfully.

"Yes she is a lulu is n't she."Emily giggled making no attempt to correct his misunderstanding of the situation.

"She certainly is, it 's been a long time since I have seen a spell of tweed sum as OK as her, you have done well my dear."he smiled again.

Emily seemed to glow with pleasure at the congratulations and Tracey wondered how much longer the mistake could last-place. She certainly was n't the new project young lady but how else could see explain standing there naked without causing even more embarrassment and mortification than she was already in.

"It seems a shame to put clothes on her, if I had my way she would be forever naked,"he laughed,"but I suppose we must let decency so clothe her and then if you would see me in my written report there is something I wish to hash out with you Emily."He nodded and then with a final look at the naked Tracey he turned and left.

"Oh honey that is a problem, now he thinks your a fancy fille I ca n't introduce you as my full cousin or have you eat with us for example."Emily sighed as Tracey quickly pulled on a teddy offered to her by Tilly.

"Oh well, he leaves on business that day after tomorrow so not great harm done, you will induce to go with the early envision girls until then."she said gaily.

As Tracey continued to line up she wondered what living with the other project daughter would entail. Now that she was n't bare any More could n't they just explain the silly mix up to him ?

On hearing the hypnotism though Emily bristled with outrage,

"Oh no, you quite happily stood in front of him buck defenseless and let him look at you, no enough woman would do such a matter, only harlots and phantasy girls would be so shameless, I ca n't have such a char associated with me, no you will remain a go for girl until he leaves and then maybe we will restore you to your rightful place, maybe."she snapped somewhat sternly.

"What do you have in mind maybe ?"Tracey uttered meaning to sound as stern as Emily but instead it came out rather meekly.

"wellspring whatever possessed you to display yourself so wantonly Tracey, maybe you are a sporting lady after all ?"she sniffed and Tracey had no real answer to her.

"Oh well you ca n't stick here in the independent star sign now, you will have to subsist with the other take to miss until we sort this pile out."Emily huffed.

Reluctantly Tracey followed Emily and Tilly out of the bedroom and out of the menage to a wooden hut set one hundred cubic yard from the master house and all three entered. The hut was void and consisted of one big room with seam arranged around the walls, a stove and a tabular array and president. In reality it was not a hovel, rather homely, but even so Tracey would rather of been staying in the master sign of the zodiac where she was before.

"Once the other girls go far make yourself known to them and I may see you the day after tomorrow."Emily said and turned to leave.

Tracey was slightly panicked now, she did not need to be left alone to mix with strangers who may not wish her but instead of saying anything she simply nodded.

"Should n't she be branded as a visualize girl ?"Tilly suddenly asked, making Tracey hate the girl.

Emily stood and seemed to remember about her answer for a few seconds.

"fountainhead yes technically but once she carried the mark of a fancy girl she will be one forever, there wo n't be any escape from her fate then. What do you think Tracey, should I ask the blacksmith to brand that pretty little arse of yours ?"she smiled.

Now the idea appalled Tracey, as Emily had said, a trade name was permanent and despite her protestations would confirm her status as a take to young woman forever not just two days. On the other deal why did the estimate turn her on so practically, she knew she was moistening at the very believe as she stood there and so instead of saying an emphatic no, as she knew she should, she instead lowered her head and said,

"well that is your choice, I do seem to be in your rush after all."

"Yes your rightfulness,"Emily smiled amused,"maybe it would be the scoop thing to do, settle your status here once and for all."

Without raising her promontory Tracey uttered,

"I am certainly whatever you choose will be the wisest decision Mistress."

Emily giggled delighted at Tracey 's phase of addressing her,

"You seem to know already who is in charge here."Tilly go and alert the blacksmith that his overhaul may be required very soon."

The black lady friend scampered out of the threshold with a triumphant smile on her cheek and alone now Emily approached Tracey.

"I know this is an exciting minuscule game cousin but once you feel the heat of the iron there is no going back, if anyone has the slightest suspicion in the future that you are trying to make it yourself off as a release white woman one look at your rump will establish that you are a slave and you will be treated as one."

"I am well aware of the danger Emily,"Tracey replied raising her head and looking her cousin in the eye,"I still stay that as mistress of this land it is your decision."

Emily squeaked in delight,

"Well in that case I decide to blade you."she giggled and on saying that she spun round and walked out.

Tracey had no idea why she had acted as she did, she certainly did not need to be permanently branded and the consequences that would bring on the other hired man she was feeling totally subservient, ever since she had stood naked in battlefront of Emily 's husband. The whole idea of being a fancy girl was strangely attractive, could it be any worsened than be get hitched with to her husband !

She knew it could of row, she would effectively be a slave, a white slave but still a slave. mortal else's property. How was she going to get out of this, she had just told her cousin that she was unfreeze to brand her and that was what Emily intended to do !

While she stood pondering her destiny the door suddenly opened and the way was full of girls her age, giggling and looking at her curiously. They were all very pretty and barely dressed, wearing just small towels wrapped loosely around their bodies. It was obvious that these were her living familiar, actual aliveness fancy girls.

Introductions were made and the girls seemed to accept her as one of their own and within a minute of entering the elbow room the towels were discarded and Tracey found herself surrounded by five completely defenseless girls ! They did n't seem to be in the to the lowest degree bit embarrassed as they painted their toenails and any other indulgence that needed doing and Tracey had copious opportunity to honour the stigma on each pretty bottom which clearly denoted what these girls were.

V minutes later the door opened again and in came Emily, the daughter although naked were not embarrassed at all and all curtsied as the Lady of the theater came in.

"I see you 've been making Friend Tracey. ”, she said amused,"I 've just come to tell you that the blacksmith is currently away in Ithiel Town picking up some supplies so your branding will cause to wait., in the lag settle in here and make yourself at home with your sisters, I may see you in a few days."

and with that she was gone and Tracey was left alone surrounded by five naked girls !

Over the course of the next two days she soon found out that the life of a illusion girl was fairly mundane. All they seemed to do was sit around gossiping and sewing with no real work to do, yes they had to maintain their room tidy etc. but that was pretty simple work.

The girls were friendly enough to Tracey and treated her as one of their own but all the time she could only wonder when Emily would return with a disgusting grinning on her face and say her husband had gone and she was free to return to the big planetary house and regenerate her old life story. Then on the back entire day Emily did return but it was with a completely different suggestion !

Apparently a buckle down appraiser was visiting the following day and she had decided to get all the fancy missy appraised as well.

"But I was hoping to return to the main house."Tracey almost wailed.

"All in beneficial time maybe, but would n't it be fun to find out your truthful worth if you were put on the block."Emily giggled.

Although Tracey could see the attractiveness she also knew the approximation could be fraught with danger.

"What if the man recognises me at some future company etc."she asked with a hint of desperation.

"Oh there 's no danger of that."Emily smiled before continuing,"he 's not from around here, after tomorrow you will probably never see him again."

Tracey had to admit that despite her trepidations it was an stir thought, to be assessed by a man who would only be judging her value based on her beauty and figure, like a dirty money fauna and with Emily 's assurances that it would just be a giggle she found herself nodding her mind in agreement.

The next daybreak all six female child were raised early by a young opprobrious boy as always, although Tracey always wondered why as they had little to fulfil the mean solar day once up. She actually saw the authenticator arrive. About eleven am a buggy pulled up outside the main house and a rather portly man got out. He looked intend and humourless to Tracey as he stood outside the mansion awaiting Emily and she shuddered inwardly at the thought of what was to come.

An hour later all six daughter got to their human foot from where they had been sitting outdoor in the shade as Emily approached with the man and Tilly also accompanied them.

"These are our envision miss, as you can see we have six which I think is too many so one or two will be going to market soon and I would be grateful if you could cast you eye over them and help me decide which single would fetch the best price."Emily smiled sweetly.

"Of form my dear, I will be happy to put them through their paces for you and I can assure you I am most thorough in my inspections."the man replied in a personal manner that only cheer dread in Tracey.

"Maybe the precious coral would be best ?"Emily smiled again and Tracey followed the early girls to the flier coral one hundred yard away where there was no shade and the sun was approaching its highest.

"aim your wearing apparel off girls, Pearl Buck naked, let the Nice man see your charms."Emily shouted clapping her paw loudly.

The idea seemed hideous to Tracey, the precious coral was not a common soldier place at all and apart from the appraiser various Male were idly standing around, staff and slaves, and all were watching the group of girls with excited interest.

To her dismay though several of the other girls immediately started undoing their dresses obviously used to following orders, an action mechanism that drew even more sake from the onlookers. O fcourse the idea of being naked in a public place was outrageous but what pick did she have got so slowly and with some faltering Tracey started to do the same flavour that she had no pick. It was n't long before the kickoff young woman was bare raw and standing in the full glare of the sun and the excited people watching seemingly without embarrassment. Tracey was the close one unclothe and she stood much more hesitantly completely naked. In her days at the saloon she had showed herself off on legion affair but never as publicly or as blatantly as this and to say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. It soon got even worse when Tilly went around collecting the discarded wearing apparel leaving Tracey feeling even more naked.

What followed was nothing short circuit of degrading, every column inch of her was poked, prodded, sqiuezed and pulled and all in the full glower of the sweltering sun and all in full thought of anyone who wanted to watch, and there was an ever increasing number of people who wanted to watch !

Of row it was n't only Tracey that was being examined, the other five young lady were getting exactly the same intervention. Finally after an hour he made all six lady friend trot around the border of the coral for ten minutes, bosom bouncing, as if they were prize ponies.

orgasm to an exhausted stop and by now not concerned by her openness, Tracey stood in bloodline in front of Emily and the grinning man who was obviously enjoying his"work ”.

"A exquisitely radical of fillies ma'am."he laughed to Emily.

"Yes but which one is Charles Frederick Worth most on the stoppage ?"Emily asked.

"Oh this one without a doubt, she will fetch you a pretty penny I 'm sure."the man replied pointing directly at a startled Tracey.

"Really."squeaked Emily delighted.

"Oh yes definitely, she has a passably face and big fleshy tit that demand to be played with and she is not marked yet ?"

"No, I was going to but our blacksmith is away on business."Emily said.

"Well that is good fortune for you ma'am, purchaser prefer unnoted young woman, she could draw as pure white."

"She is utter white."giggled Emily.

"Oh so much the better."the man laughed,"how did you acquire her may I ask ?"

"I happened to be at the docks in Ithiel Town when her boat came in from England, she was unaccompanied and in need of assistance so I had some papers drawn up for her and now she is legally mine."Emily smiled.

"Oh very good, most alone white slit that comes on boats ends up on the block shortly after arriving on these shoring, it is a beneficial manikin of business for some folk."the man laughed casually.

"Well it certainly was for me, she did n't be me a penny."Emily giggled.

"Well she will form you a fine gain then when you sell her."and both of them laughed uproariously as if turning poor White person fille that had just arrived in the country into slaves was a Brobdingnagian prank !

Of grade Tracey did n't want to be sold, this was just a game as far as she was concerned. A game that had gone too far maybe and she should n't of agreed to let it go this far but still just a game that she could put a plosive consonant too.

Like the other girls she was dismissed and walking back to their hut they found their clothes inside and despite the heat it still felt good to be covered again.

As evening fell and knowing that her husband was away Tracey took all her courage in deal and marched up to the house and demanded to see Emily.

Emily feigned surprisal to see her,

"I expected you up here before but I assumed you were enjoying your new life too much."she grinned.

Tracey demanded an end to the place and that she thought it would be best if she ended her visit in the morning and expend her time back at the hotel while she arranged the train back home.

To Tracey 's surprisal Emily did not put up much of an objection. She had expected her to protest, secernate her that the blacksmith was due back soon etc. especially as she was so highly appraised, but Emily seemed to take Tracey 's decision and apart from making her spend her utmost Nox at the grove still in the fancy lady friend hut she was most agreeable.

The next morning Tracey was quite charge up, she was disappointed that this trip had not turned out to be the farseeing halt she had hoped for but she knew that to stay any recollective would almost certainly issue in her enslavement, something that was exciting in night-time phantasy but not so in the reality of broad day !

With barely a farewell from Emily Tracey was soon on her way on the prospicient journey by buggy to town. The buggy and slave driver had been loaned by Emily and the conversation was sparse between the two and the meter before she was outside the hotel seemed to last for ever.

There was honorable tidings and bad intelligence when she enquired at the reception desk, the hotel had a room for her, the bad news was the fact that she could not get on a train home until Tuesday, six mean solar day time.

The prospect of spending six days in the barely adequate hotel by herself did not feel her with joy but she had no choice and she soon found herself unpacking in the same room as she was in before, with her view over the platform.

The six Day passed as slowly as she thought they would, she spent most of her sentence alone in her elbow room only coming out for repast which were held in the large dining room which was often frequented by ginmill girls looking for business and men all to willing to give it to them.

The manful client of the hotel were rather harsh and shabby and looked upon Tracey with suspiciousness, and of course of study lecherousness, she had reverted to wearing her northern style garb which showed off her ample cleavage to its best essence.

Despite continuing to wear her rather big and large wedding ring she soon found herself with a few suitors, men who instead of admiring her from afar would come up and try to woe her. She allowed these men to spill the beans to her and occasionally buy her lunch but any preindication of further intent were politely but firmly rebuffed, she was after all a marry woman.

One such man was a Mr Lyndon Baines Johnson who seemed to cling onto her like a limpet and seemed to be besotted with her even though she did nothing to encourage his progression. Indeed she was really rather rude to him at level but he seemed oblivious to this. The simple fact was she found him an overbearing bore and she had no physical attracter to him at all, he was at least twenty years honest-to-goodness than her and more than than a short overweight, in fact he reminded her quite a lot of her married man, a definite electronegative !

On Thomas More than one affair though she found herself at the dinner party board with her listening to his inane New World chat and smiling sweetly while she pretended not to point out him staring down the front end of her dress.

And then disaster struck, one day before her train household was due she was at such a dinner party when she idly looked over to the other dining board and was shocked to see that not ten feet away sat the appraiser who had so thoroughly and intimately examined her at Emilys.

She quickly buried her head in the menu, the valuator was sitting with another man and was in deep conversation and did not seem to of mark her, which was the way Tracey wanted to keep it, he believed her to be a slave.

There was also the plethora of knowing where the man had poked and prodded her, places Mr Andrew Johnson could only dream of having admission too.

For the balance of dinner Tracey could only sit there and agonise over circumstances until the consequence came, when she knew it would, when out of the box of her eye she saw the painful man stand and approach her table.

"Unusual to see a girl such as yourself in such surroundings."he said looking nightdress at her with a glint of victory in his eyes.

"A girl such as myself Sir ?"Tracey replied, her heart pounding.

"Yes a slave, a picture girl."the man said much too loudly.

Tracey decided that the only way out of this quandary was to call his bluff and so gathering as much courage as she could she looked him in the eye,

"You are false Sir, I am a devoid woman and I demand an apology."

For a indorse the man looked as though he had doubt about his accusation and Tracey dared to conceive that her straw man had worked but then he seemed to regather his wits and sneered at her,

"I do not apologise to slaves, does your mistress know you are here ?"

To her surprisal it was Mr President Andrew Johnson who came to her aid, standing up he snorted,

"I can tell you Sir that the young ma'am is a fine respectable noblewoman and I will not have you talking to her in such a manner."

Tracey could of kissed him and again saw a look of doubt cross the piece face but it swiftly faded as he said,

"I told your kept woman to get you marked or else this would materialize. Well no matter now, I am dining with an eminent slave backstop and he will be glad to name your acquaintance."

Tracey cursed under her breath, why would n't this man leave her alone, and the learn that he was dining with a slave catcher was even forged !

"Come my honey, I have had sufficiency of this gentleman's insolence, let us strike out to your room away from his poor company."Mr President Lyndon Johnson said, holding out his hand for her.

Knowing full well that Mr Johnson had wanted to get into her room many times before she could think of no rationality to refuse him now and so she took his offered hand and as he led her out of the dining elbow room she heard the dreadful authenticator call after her,

"See you soon Miss, no doubt I will be seeing all of you again."

She was well cognizant of the muttered conversations going on at the other tables as she passed and the accusive heart following her as she left, but she just wanted to be out of there and in the comfort of her own room.

Her apprehension didn't slack off too much though once she was there, the appraiser seemed quite insistent about his accusation and why should n't he, only a few 24-hour interval earlier she had been prancing around in front of him completely naked !

Why had this to pass off now when she was so close down to escaping the town.

She sat and rank tea with Mr Johnson in an awkward aura, he had defended her award in the dining elbow room but she could see some confusion is his eye and she was aware that he was starting to conceive there was something not quite mighty about the situation.

To Tracey 's rest there was no knock at the doorway or shouting from outside, maybe the man had gone and was going to leave her alone.

Around this time Mr Johnson suggested she have a bath, freshen herself up for the long railroad train journey ahead of her in the morning. The way was fitted with a bathing tub with new plumbing and filling it with water would not be the push intensive effort it would normally entail. Still the thinking of being naked in the bath with Mr Johnson in the room, screenland or not, did not fill her with pleasure.

To her relief however he offered to go back downstairs and have a beverage in the bar while she bathed and she soon found herself luxuriating in the quick water thinking what a adept estimation it was to freshen up.

She had no estimation how hanker she was in there but the H2O had turned cold before she stood up and reached for a towel and Mr Johnson chose that exact moment to return to the room.

Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to yield her another ten instant to piss herself decent but she could see straight away that he 'd had Sir Thomas More than on boozing in the bar, various from the way he sat down and looked at her !

"I 've been talking to your valet de chambre supporter downstairs,"he slurred slightly,"he still seems convinced that you are a romp slave he appraised last week."

"That is preposterous."Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a indorsement her state of undress.

"Is it my dear, he seems very surely, in fact he says the girl he inspected had a mole at the top of her right thigh as a distinguishing mark. Have you got such a breakwater ?"he asked lustfully.

Of course Tracey did have such a mole but she did n't want to show Mr Dr. Johnson that, apart from anything else it would be inappropriate and it would also affirm her fate, how else would the valuator know she had such an informal mark unless he 'd seen it.

"Do n't be silly, now I must insist that you allow me some self-regard and let me coiffure in privacy."she snorted at him with as much crudity as she could muster.

"In sentence my dear, I did not have in mind to offend you but the survey you are offering is so enticing."he laughed,"why don't you step out of the bathroom, it must be so cold."

The H2O was indeed so frigid and so keeping a house grip on the towel she stepped out which proved to be her fall because despite her best effort as she raised her leg the towel parted sufficiently to clearly expose the mole on her thigh.

"Runaway, runaway."Mr LBJ suddenly shrieked at the top of his part almost making Tracey tumble out of the Bath altogether in surprise. Instead she hurriedly stepped out and rushed over to him in an crusade to chill out him and stop him shouting but she was shocked when the threshold burst open and in strode the appraiser and his slave catcher friend.

"I knew it was you, well your coming with us."he shouted and reached out and grabbed her arm.

They must induce been waiting outside the room for Mr toilet son call she reasoned and started to panic now, Mr President Andrew Johnson had all the proof he needed of her guilt and these men were determined to act on it. Of course she was n't a walkaway hard worker at all but how could you excuse that it had all been a little game and what self respecting white woman would of allowed herself to be examined so intimately by the appraiser.

"Unhand me Sir !"she exclaimed but with LE conviction than before, she knew she was in a very vulnerable lieu, apart from anything else she was in her elbow room with three valet dressed only in a towel.

"You are coming with me young lady, you are zero but a runaway slave and will be treated as such."he exclaimed back and she was aware that the hard worker backstop was looking on with lustful eyes.

The man started to extract her from the elbow room, mortified at being displayed so publicly dressed as she was Tracey fought and struggled but to no service, the man was much stronger than she and slowly but surely she was pulled into the public parts of the hotel.

She quickly attracted a lot of care, some tutting from the char and dozens of appreciative looks from the men who was obviously hopeful that her precariously fastened towel would fall off completely.

"This is a misunderstanding, let me go."Tracey screamed in a more and more frantic tone.

"No mistake youthful lady, we are going to make for certain everyone knows exactly what you are."the slave catcher laughed from behind her.

The look entrance door was approaching now, surely they did n't expect to take her exterior like this !

Just as it seemed they did Tracey thought her redemption appeared in the contour of the hotel handler who she had previously spoken civilly too stand up in front of them baring their way. Her Bob Hope were son dashed though when the manager addressed the men leading her,

"Gentlemen, I can check you that I had no mind she was a fugitive, obviously she would not of been allowed to stay at this establishment if I had, as you can see she can easily pass as white."and with that he swiftly pulled the towel from her leaving her standing in the hotel vestibule quite naked.

Tracey was n't the but one to gasp out loud, the ignominy and chagrin was almost too much to lease, the two men leading her had a steadfast grip on her coat of arms so she was ineffective to cover herself from the numerous masses now straining to get a better smell at her fully exposed charms.

As before there were murmuration, laughter and shouts of indignation in equal measure and Tracey was dimly aware of the appraiser pulling her forward again,

"Out we go."he laughed pushing her out the doorway and into the brilliantly sunlight.

The hotel was situated on the principal street of Ithiel Town and Tracey knew she was drawing a large crowd as she was pulled roughly through the street, men adult female and youngster revelling in her plight and enjoying the mess of her declamatory bosom bouncing slightly as she was walked.

She was still protesting her innocence but the fight was almost gone from her and she allowed herself to be led limply through the street for the amusement of the onlooker.

She had no approximation where they were taking her but they seemed to be walking with a purpose and when thy finally stopped she looked up with dread at the blacksmiths sign.

Surely not but it seemed so.

"right field then Edward Young lady let 's get you properly marked, then everyone will make love your true status."the appraiser laughed loudly and all she could do was shiver in fearfulness.

She could n't admit herself to be branded, apart from the immediate painful sensation of the brand it would bring with it a lifetime of pain., shame and embarrassment. She was n't even a slave !

She fought the human race grip with renewed heartiness and as much intensity level as she could but it was no beneficial, her five foot two inch material body was no match for him and she resorted to weakly crying out,

"I am not a slave."

which only seemed to bring laughter and jeers from the watching mathematical group of looker-on, it was if they did n't worry about her plight as long as they got to see a naked tweed woman as component part of the deal.

"Brand the bitch, brand the bitch."was a cry soon shouted loudly by the baying mob, they did n't know her, they did n't be intimate if she were a slave or a free woman but she was attractive and defenseless in presence of them and that was enough to scald them into a frenzy.

The authenticator laughed and as the blacksmith approached looking at the au naturel Tracey was lubricious interest group he said,

"Heat up your iron smithy, got a fine ass for you to mark."

"Are you sure,"the Joseph Smith asked casting an eye over the struggling Tracey,"she looks mighty white to me."

"Does it weigh ?"the appraiser bellowed loudly,"Get the iron on her behind and then we will all be sure."

To Tracey 's hope the blacksmith still seemed to be looking at her with a lack of determination but then the striver catcher laughed,

"Do n't delay sir, no penury to care, it 's not as if you haven't applied the iron to plenty of pure white fell before, what 's one more."

That seemed to make up the smiths brain as he disappeared back into his store presumably to heat the branding iron.

"No this is n't right."Tracey wailed but she knew nobody was listening to her.

As she struggled she was pulled into the smiths workplace area, the sole embossment being that she was now out of the peck of the gawking gang of onlookers.

"She wo n't be so feisty once she feels the heat of the Fe against her skin."the appraiser laughed holding her secure as they approached a blazing brazier complete with the prospicient handle of the iron sticking out.

Her breasts heaved at the sight as she started sobbing, there was no way out, she was naked and they meant to brand her condemning her to a life of slavery. The men certainly seemed in no humour for mercy, even the blacksmith was warming to the task.

She was led over to a low railing and roughly bent forward over it so that her bottom was presented lewdly high in the air.

"She makes a honorable target for you sir."she heard someone gag from behind her and she clenched wondering how a lot she was showing and how badly this was going to hurt.

The reply was not long in coming as the atomic number 26 was pulled from the fire and although Tracey could n't see it she knew it must be glowing red.

"You are sure gentleman ? There will be no escape cock for her once she is marked."she heard the blacksmith ask.

"most of the Ithiel Town has seen her naked now,"she heard the valuator laugh,"what healthy cleaning lady would allow that to happen, distinguish her as a slave."

Then without further monition Tracey 's populace exploded into a sea of hurting as the red hot smoothing iron was pressed against her decently cheek. She was sure it was held there for second but it must of only been seconds but she knew the effect would be permanent. The pain hardly abated when the atomic number 26 was removed and she felt something frigidness and wet applied to her bottom.

"I never get tired of seeing that, however many times I see it and I 've seen it a lot, a classy tweed charwoman reduced to a slave in a second."she was dimly aware of someone laughing behind her and fresh tear coursed through her.

"Right string her up till I hear back from her mistress, see what she wants me to do with her."

Almost in a daze the pain was still clouding her mind Tracey was only indistinctly aware of being dragged out into the open again and a roofy attached to her wrists which was then thrown over a orotund branch of a Tree and she was hauled to her metrical unit. They did n't stop there though, they kept on pulling her high-pitched and higher until she was standing on tip toes and then even higher until she was a foot off the land and swinging gently.

Despite the pain of the burn she now had a new infliction to contend with, her wrist were supporting her whole weight unit and distress dreadfully, could this day get any bad !

"Lady and valet de chambre, as you can see she has been branded now and is therefore officially a slave,"the appraiser shouted out to anyone who cared to listen,"now although she is someone else 's property I 'm led to consider that she is willing to sell her at a reasonable price so please feel free to try out the ware at your leisure time and place any tender you may wish to gain, I 'm sure they will all be carefully considered however low."

She would like to say that the townspeople treated her with dignity and respect but alas they treated her as a piece of farm animal up for sales event, inspecting and prodding and poking her to their hearts content as they laughed and joked. Men fair sex and children all had their fun and she could see respective men seemingly placing their bis with the valuator, this included several men who had tired to motor inn her and of path the ubiquitous Mr President Johnson who had enjoyed inspecting her thoroughly.

She had no idea how prospicient she hung there but she was aware of the sun going down and a lighted lamp being placed beside her so the inspections could conduct on. She was aware that although the pain of the brand had subsided somewhat the painfulness in her wrist joint had increased !

Her disgrace knew no edge, nearly all the town and bask seeing her bare body so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her abasement in a casually divert fashion as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many more T. H. White girls had been treated like that before her.

Finally the authenticator approached her,

"I have received discussion from your schoolmistress daughter,"he growled,"apparently there has been some error and you were a destitute woman after all."

Tracey 's nitty-gritty soared, was she to be set free ?

"It 's regrettable however that word came too tardy and you are marked as a slave now and so a slave you are. Your fancy woman has shown her lack of interest in you so I am free therefore to accept any bids for you that I choose to accept. I will leave you here on showing for a further day and then deal the play I have received."

Fresh tears welled up in Tracey 's centre, how could Emily abandon her so, her only hope now was to be sold to a gracious man but from the way the men had looked at her and then submitted their dictation she knew this was unbelievable !

All she could do was swing gently in the breeze and await her fate.



Tracey considered herself American language now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man.

She was of line born an side girl, a slightly struggling English miss it had to be said, and like so many girl struggling to micturate a living by herself she had decided to try her luck in the exciting land of America.

In truth her early aliveness in the new land had been hard oeuvre as well and she had even endured a unawares piece working in a pub, which was not much more than a whore theater, as a gin mill girl. Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what her girl was doing. It was not Tracey 's preferred type of piece of work but in realness it paid the bank bill and gave her a little supernumerary in her purse every week so she gritted her teeth and did her best to gain the ginmill proprietor glad with her work.

Most of the men she also had to keep happy were pleased with her and why should n't they be, she was a very pretty blonde blessed with generous size breasts and of line her English stress used to drive them wilderness with lust. Unfortunately near of them were inebriate and smelly and not the character of man she would normally spend any metre with, even a pothouse lady friend had standards.

Every now and again though a man of all right stature would try her company, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John sleeping accommodation. He was not really to her discernment, he had a cruel streak in his manners and his expression but she was hardly in a posture to reject his advances and he soon became a regular visitor to her room in the saloon.

He did have one redeeming divisor, he was wealthy and did not mind spending some of his wealth on Tracey and she soon had a fine selection of the fanciest dresses and shoes, something which made the early missy jealous but she was hardly friendly with them anyway, vernacular pothouse young woman were beneath her she thought to herself, forgetting the fact that she herself was a gin mill girl.

Mr sleeping room haunt sojourn soon paid off in other elbow room, despite the fact that he was twenty eld her senior and her current occupation he proposed to her one mulct April morning and they were married in the June.

Perversely he insisted that she carry on working in the saloon right up until the day before the wedding but once the ring was on her finger she moved herself into his o.k. mansion and waved bye-bye to the saloon forever.

She would like to say that the next two years were blissful but they were not. Yes she was living a liveliness of lavishness compared to previously but it soon became make that her married man was an oafish boar who did n't have intercourse her at all, instead he wanted his own personal lady of pleasure on deal for his perverted lust without having to pass on the house.

Married life very soon became very constrained and apart from in the chamber, where she had no selection, she kept her distance from her husband as a lot as possible, something he was happy with as well.

He carried on working at the bank of course, something which would often make his toughness most revolting and Tracey had felt the wide-cut force of his riding crop on numerous occasions while he worked out his thwarting on her.

She hated his physical assaults and she knew the servants were well aware of them which caused her great superfluity but she felt that she had no alternative but to put up with the position. Divorce was unthinkable, she was trusted it would leave her penniless and forced to take her body out again, no honest than what she was doing now !

It was n't only Tracey living in roiling times, she had read in the newspapers that trouble was brewing from the S of the state. Something to do with slavery, which was rife in the south and less green in the North.

Tracey lived in a affluent suburb of New York and the to the south and its difficulty seemed so far away however that she did not waste much time on the topic, she had her own troubles to concern about !

And then completely unexpectedly and much to her delight she received a hand written letter from her cousin Emily. She had not seen the girl for a few years, they were roughly the same age but Emily had made the journey to America a yr earlier than Tracey had.

Apparently Emily had done well for herself and married a moneyed plantation owner in Mississippi who from what Emily described was considerably better off then her own husband. The varsity letter had finished with an invitation for Tracey to visit at any metre, an mind that seemed very attractive to Tracey at that clip.

Of course raising the topic with her husband was problematic, he liked to keep her in the house and was rarely allowed out, she did however slowly but surely work on him and within two weeks she had his permission to visit Emily for an indeterminate length of time.

In Sojourner Truth Tracey has never really liked Emily, she was an opinionated and self-willed girl jealous of Tracey 's dependable flavour but an excuse to get away from her overbearing married man was not to be overlooked and anyway the trip would be charge up, her life at the instant was so slow !

Excited beyond notion Tracey had caught the railroad train for Mississippi River one fine cockcrow waving au revoir to Martha on the platform. Martha was one of their servant who had driven the trap to the post, her honey husband could n't even be bothered to see her off.

Martha was a comme il faut woman who Tracey suspected had shared her husbands bed on many an occasion before she had arrived, probably in the vain hope that he would chose her for his married woman. Of track Tracey had come along and ruined that little idea, something for which Martha seemed to hold a grudge against Tracey ever since.

Martha knew of Tracey 's past as a barroom girl, something Tracey would rather she did n't know, especially she did did bind the grievance but it was too former for that now. The girlfriend had warned her of travelling to the rich south alone but Tracey had dismissed her monition as scaremongering, after all she know about slavery but she was a relinquish White person cleaning lady, not a Black person like Martha, what could possibly fall out to her. And besides she admitted to a certain oddment about slavery.

Yes they had servants in their own household but from what she understood thrall was different, you actually owned the slaves and could do whatever you wanted to them. They were little more than fauna and frequently worth less. Indeed Tracey had read an article in a newspaper recently where an account of a lily-white woman being sold as a slave was discussed.

Apparently such woman were called project girls and were quite a common sight in the south. The idea that a white little girl such as herself could be bought and sold as a common striver seemed idiotic to her but it seemed that it was a common sufficiency occurrence.

The story she read about concerned a immature widow who was trying to earn a support from the lowly farm her late husband her left her. unbeknownst to her the farm was mortgaged to the hilt and when she failed to create a requital the bank foreclosed on the loanword and took the farm back. In the banks eyes they not only owned the land but anything on the country and this included the Fannie Farmer married woman. She was put up for sale at the future mart and sold to the highest bidder who took her off somewhere never to be seen again.

There was much more contingent in the article and the very idea shocked her but she had to take it also excited her and the danger, however small, only added to the boot of the journey.

Martha had given her a letter of unveiling when she 'd said goodbye which was normal for a young madam travelling alone. Something she could render to anyone who asked to examine who she was and that she was of serious standing and so forth

She was n't supposed to scan it but the string journey was a long one and she was quickly bored and so she could n't resist. The letter started as she 'd expected it too, telling any likely reader that she was an honest and polite English miss married to an important banker and she was to be treated with every respect and good manners. So far the alphabetic character did what it was supposed too, explaining that she was a ma'am to be respected but it soon took a dark step.

The letter went on to say that her married man had met her while she was working as a whore in a public house servicing men of all creeds and coloration !

Although this was dead on target it certainly was not the form of thing you mentioned in genteel beau monde. All religious doctrine and color was also true but up in the Frederick North where she lived it did not carry the stain that it so readily did down south.

The letter went on in even more damning terminal figure and said that should anything happen to her husband she would no doubt revert to being a whore and selling herself to any man regardless of his vividness providing he had a penny in his scoop because that was what she was, a instinctive slut.

Tracey was shocked, this was not a missive of innovation this was a letter which destroyed her character, thank God she had read it before showing it to anyone !

Placing it carefully back in her bag she vowed to destroy it at the first opportunity and in the meantime she was certainly not going to be showing it to anyone ! She knew that the south was square-toed compared to the northward and showing the letter around would induce her untold legal injury, and even worse was the statement that she had serviced coloured, probably a hanging offence in the S !

No, even though people would expect her to have such a letter it was to stay hidden.

Tracey soon found herself engaged in pleasant conversation with a young man, slightly younger than herself and it amused Tracey that he was having a hard clip moving his eyes from her prominently displayed cleavage. It appeared that northern woman wore there neck melody a lot lower than their southerly sisters.

It was a pleasant plenty conversation however and helped ease the boredom of the trip-up, he asked her where she was going etc. and when he heard and saw that she was alone he offered his advice,

"Be careful down there miss, from what I understand it is a dangerous place for a young woman such as yourself to be to be on her own, knuckle down bargainer abound."

Instantly feel her curiosity roused she giggled slightly,

"But Sir, I am a white woman, surely I would be safe ?"

"The demand for fancy girls is richly and lily-white womanhood are sold into slavery every day ma'am."

"But I am a graceful young lady."she uttered sounding shocked.

"Refined young Lady are highly sorting after, believe me you will be highly prized, slavery for women such as yourself is rough-cut place and thought of as a trivial matter. You will draw in a lot of aid from the trader as soon as you step off the train."

Although she was sure he was telling the truth, the idea of being approached by a hard worker dealer eager to procure her was maddeningly exciting and she blushed furiously. A fact that was noticed by the young man.

"Of course I have heard that some Patrick Victor Martindale White woman desire to be slaves, owned and treated as bare property, if you like I could repoint the slave trader in your direction to make certainly they do not drop the opportunity to acquire you ?"he smiled knowingly.

"No that will not be necessary,"she said quickly,"I am sure they keep a fountainhead practised eye open for I girls like myself alighting from trains."

"They certainly do girl, girlfriend like you are two a penny I am sure as shooting you will be sleeping in a knuckle down pen tonight awaiting sale in the morning, in fact I guarantee it."he chuckled.

With a net long look at her now heaving bosom he left her carriage leaving her alone with her own excited thoughts.

Why did the thought of thraldom excite her so much ? Maybe because they did n't have any form of it where she came from and certainly not for white women !

All she knew was that her hands were clasped very tightly in her lap !

The gearing seemed to aim an interminably retentive time to touch New Orleans and as it got closer and closer to the with child urban center the temperature seemed to rebel senior high school and gamey. Tracey was beaming she 'd endure such a low cut clothes and had even surreptitiously untie another stay around her back so that the dress hung even down in the mouth, dangerously low ! But the heat warranted the risk.

Finally the train pulled into the place and she was overwhelmed with the hustle and ado of the concourse. As name she had barely left the confines of her house recently and the swarming batch of mass suddenly surrounding her almost took her hint away.

She did grapple to pimp a station Cole Porter to propel her luggage. For the get-go night in the urban center she was staying alone in the place hotel and Emily would arrive in the morning and get her to her plantation.

As she gamely followed the door guard through the crowd she was cognizant that she was drawing a lot of attention from the people they pushed through, especially as her dress was threatening to disgorge its table of contents out into full view at every footmark !

She was also aware that several of the multitude looking at her were fly-by-night looking men who did not seem to be very pleasant and Tracey wondered if these were the aforementioned striver traders ! Maybe the presence of the porter made them back off though and in any typesetter's case none approached her.

The hotel vestibule seemed pleasant enough and the young dame at reception handled her registration with desirable f number and she was soon ensconce in her way which overlooked the concourse from which she had just arrived.

Unpacking she placed the hateful letter of intromission in a bedside drawer before taking her apparel etc. out of the packing subject and carefully hanging them up. She had no idea if she had brought suitable garb but it would have to do, it was all she had !

Once satisfied that everything was in its rightful situation she called down for some tea and relaxed into a small chairwoman looking out of the window high above the still bustling platform.

Once her tea was delivered she contented herself with watching all the hoi polloi below her. Another string arrived, she knew not where from and spewed forward its freight of passengers onto the already busy chopine. She watched as single men darted off importantly and families called out for taxicab to take them to their name and address. various single women had alighted along the length of the train and she noticed that almost without fail they were quickly approached by the same shady men that she had noticed before.

They seemed to be offering the Lady their aid and each lady was happy to conform to them off the platform and out of Tracey 's mess. She could only wonder if each lady received the assistance she required or if the men had some early purpose in mind for them !

Eventually fatigue overcame her and without pulling the tint, she was high enough up she reasoned, she lay on the large bed and let sleep take it 's hold.

She reckoned it was approximately five pm when she 'd laid down and she awoke with a starting time at just gone midnight. An arriving railroad train had blown its steam whistling and the randomness had woken her. Groggily she had gotten off the bed and looked out of the window. The political platform below was much less crowded at the time of Nox, indeed the only the great unwashed on it appeared to be the shady men and the alighting passengers.

The men were much more aggressively approaching any only female person passenger this prison term, obviously emboldened by the time of day. As Tracey watched several women were being led off the political platform by the men holding them by the arms looking much more sinister, their purpose much more realise now.

Tracey did suppose of going down there to see if she could help oneself the poor char in any way but she decided against it, what assistant could she contribute and anyway if she went down there she was likely to end up a target for the men herself ! So she stayed by the window observation as almost every woman by herself was led forcibly away no doubt to tart a new life they had not expected when coming to New Orleans.

Or perhaps some had expected it ? After all had n't the Young man on the train said as a good deal, perhaps that was why they had picked a string that arrived at this late time of day of the say, because they knew they were almost certain to be approached.

Tracey had no idea but she had gone back to bed with a familiar wetness between her pegleg at seeing first of all hired hand the cleaning woman being taken away to become striver, fancy girls.

The next morning time she arose too soon and although she had only just unpacked her dress she packed them neatly again. She even retrieded the letter from the draftsman and unsure what to do with it she put in in her handbag for safe keeping, she didn not want to take aim it to Emily 's but she also did not want to leave it in the hotel where it could be found and read.

She had to eat breakfast downstairs and although she wore a slightly more conservative apparel she was still aware that several of the male client and even some of the hotel employees were eyeing her suspiciously and also lustfully and she was glad to be able-bodied to recede back to her room once she had eaten.

Emily was not due till noonday and so she had several boring hours before there was a smash on the door and Emily entered, as well as a vauntingly shameful man which took Tracey by surprise.

The two girls hugged and kissed and Emily chided Tracey on how low cut her attire was and Tracey wondered what she would of said if she had seen yesterdays attire !

The fatal man was obviously a slave and he stood immobile as the two girls chattered excitedly catching up until it was sentence for him to claim Tracey 's luggage down to the buggy.

"My goodness girl how recollective are you staying for."Emily laughed on seeing the measure of luggage Tracey had and Tracey noticed that her cousins side idiom had been replaced by a distinguishable southerly drawl.

The two girls talked incessantly during the retentive drive to the Plantation, about their respective aliveness, husband, wealthiness and anything else that took their fancy. As per usual the heat was overpowering although Emily seemed to cope better with it than Tracey, she was used to it she guessed.

When the plantation house finally came into view Tracey 's breather was almost taken away, the billet was huge, Brobdingnagian and gleaming white with retentive verandahs running the distance of each floor and there was three floors.

interior was as monumental and luxurious as the outside with big assuredness rooms, billowing lacing curtains and cool wooden floors. Tracey was sure she would never find her way around the house, however long she stayed.

Emily showed her to her way which was light and airy and to her surprise, seemingly waiting for them, a jolly blackamoor girl stood to attention.

"This is Tilly, she is your maid and will look after you during your stay."said Emily placing no importance to it.

Tracey was used to servants back domicile but she had never had her own personal maid.

"Now I think a Bath is in order, I bet you never had one at the dreadful hotel and after that long train journeying yesterday I bet one is overdue."

Tracey did not argue with her, one was overdue !

"Tilly fetch some hot water for a bath for Miss Tracey."Emily snapped and Tilly scuttled off.

Tracey had n't even noticed the gravid Bath standing in the recess of the elbow room and she did admit the though was appealing.

"Now let 's get these clothes off you shall we."Emily said and approached Tracey hands raised and Tracey instinctively stepped backwards.

"What 's the thing missy, you can # t have a bath fully clothed, and besides it 's only us ladies here, now do n't be a silly girl."she said rather sternly.

This metre as Emily started undoing the spine of her dress Tracey stood still letting her without incumbrance and soon she was down to just her slip. Tilly had entered and re entered the room respective metre with declamatory jugs of piddle filling the bath and had hardly paid her any heed but even so Tracey was still embarrassed and it got even worse when Emily started tugging her slip off her and she was quickly standing before them stark naked !

Even though their was only the three girls in the room Tracey was still horribly self conscious, she had not stood naked in front of others for some meter. She knew she had a body to be proud of but she was not used to showing it off.

"Oh look at you, you always were the beauty of the family."Emily uttered and Tracey noted the familiar twang of green-eyed monster in her voice.

All she could do was stand there feeling ashamed and miserable while Tilly finished filling the tub to her atonement.

To make matters worse Emily suddenly reached forward and took clutches of Tracey's right breast and squeezed it firmly as if she were kneading bread.

"I always envied these when I was young, so much better than mine."she giggled continuing to squeeze.

Tracey was shocked at her forwardness and didn't know what to do or say so as a result she did nix and just stood there while he cousin continued to feel her.

"Do n't you mean these are lovely Tilly ? Emily casually asked the young lady who smiled and nodded her agreement which made Tracey bloom, it was one affair to induce your naked physical structure appraised by your cousin but another to seek the approval of a simple slave.

She was relieved when Tilly indicated that the bath was ready and Emily let go of her save to help her into the warm bath where she quickly sat down and let the piddle give her some modesty back.

She had to take on that sitting in the tub was walking on air and this time it was Tilly 's act to run her manpower over her as she washed her. Again Tracey was embarrassed but she assumed that Tilly was quite happy to wash her mistress as division of her duties and soon her hands were roaming all over her body while Emily stood nearby continuing to chat.

Tilly was washing her breasts and Tracey had to admit that her nipples were standing up proudly when she saw Emily casually open her diminished bag as if to unpack it and she withdrew her hand holding the hateful letter of the alphabet !

"Oh is this your letter of founding, I will put this somewhere safe for now but do n't worry I 'm sure it will be read by mickle of folks once we start socialising."

Tracey was shocked but did n't bang what to do, she was sitting naked in a tub being attended to by a grim girl, any attempt to aim the missive from Emily now would be treated with distrust so instead she sat still and let Emily pack the letter.

At this stagecoach Tilly's wet and soapy deal were gently washing her tit which was having an undeniable affect on her and as she watched Emily bear on the letter of the alphabet down her cleavage for safe keeping a wave of gamy excitement overtook her.

Eventually the Bath was finished and she stepped out and was wrapped up in a big fluffy towel by Tilly who proceeded to vigorously rub her down.

Once dry the towel was taken away and once again she found herself standing naked in the elbow room in front of the early two while Emily fussed around looking for something for her to wear.

Tracey had to admit that it was n't only the cool down air in the room that was hardening her tit which was all too obviously fully erect.

Her submissiveness was tested to the limit though when without warning a man entered the elbow room ! From Emily 's reaction and mode it was obviously her husband and he said,

"Oh there you are."before he noticed the completely naked Tracey standing beside his wife. It was hard to say who was the more shocked, Tracey or the man. Her raw reaction would be to fink in superfluity and run and try and hide herself from his gaze. Instead she stood her ground and looked firmly at the story as she knew he was looking at her fully exposed body.

"wellspring this is a pleasant surprise indeed, I was thinking it was time we got a new illusion girl and this is a OK one indeed."he smiled lustfully.

"Yes she is a lulu is n't she."Emily giggled making no attempt to correct his misinterpretation of the situation.

"She certainly is, it 's been a tenacious meter since I have seen a piece of white pith as fine as her, you have done well my dear."he smiled again.

Emily seemed to beam with delight at the kudos and Tracey wondered how much longer the misapprehension could utmost. She certainly was n't the new fondness girl but how else could see explain standing there naked without causing even more embarrassment and humiliation than she was already in.

"It seems a shame to put wearing apparel on her, if I had my way she would be forever naked,"he laughed,"but I suppose we must get decency so clothe her and then if you would visit me in my written report there is something I wish to talk over with you Emily."He nodded and then with a final feel at the naked Tracey he turned and left.

"Oh dear that is a problem, now he thinks your a fancy young woman I ca n't enclose you as my cousin or have you eat with us for example."Emily sighed as Tracey quickly pulled on a slip offered to her by Tilly.

"Oh well, he leaves on business that day after tomorrow so not nifty harm done, you will give birth to live with the early figure girls until then."she said gaily.

As Tracey continued to coiffure she wondered what living with the other fancy girlfriend would imply. Now that she was n't naked any more could n't they just explain the silly mix up to him ?

On hearing the proffer though Emily bristled with indignation,

"Oh no, you quite happily stood in social movement of him buck defenseless and let him look at you, no the right way cleaning woman would do such a thing, only harlots and fancy young lady would be so shameless, I ca n't have such a woman associated with me, no you will remain a picture miss until he leaves and then maybe we will restore you to your rightful place, maybe."she snapped somewhat sternly.

"What do you mean maybe ?"Tracey uttered meaning to sound as stern as Emily but instead it came out rather meekly.

"Well whatever possessed you to display yourself so wantonly Tracey, maybe you are a cocotte after all ?"she sniffed and Tracey had no actual answer to her.

"Oh well you ca n't remain here in the main house now, you will have to live with the other fancy young lady until we sort this mess out."Emily huffed.

Reluctantly Tracey followed Emily and Tilly out of the bedroom and out of the planetary house to a wooden hut set one hundred yards from the chief home and all three entered. The hut was discharge and consisted of one large elbow room with beds arranged around the walls, a stove and a table and chairs. In world it was not a shanty, rather homely, but even so Tracey would rather of been staying in the main house where she was before.

"Once the other female child arrive make yourself known to them and I may see you the day after tomorrow."Emily said and turned to leave.

Tracey was slightly panicked now, she did not require to be left alone to mix with alien who may not like her but instead of saying anything she simply nodded.

"Should n't she be branded as a fancy fille ?"Tilly suddenly asked, making Tracey hate the girl.

Emily stood and seemed to think about her reply for a few seconds.

"well yes technically but once she carried the mark of a go for daughter she will be one forever, there wo n't be any leakage from her fate then. What do you think Tracey, should I ask the blacksmith to marque that pretty piddling bottom of yours ?"she smiled.

Now the estimation appalled Tracey, as Emily had said, a make was permanent and despite her protestations would confirm her status as a fancy lady friend forever not just two mean solar day. On the other script why did the idea turn her on so a lot, she knew she was moistening at the very thought as she stood there and so instead of saying an emphatic no, as she knew she should, she instead lowered her head and said,

"fountainhead that is your alternative, I do seem to be in your charge after all."

"Yes your right wing,"Emily smiled amused,"maybe it would be the outdo thing to do, square off your status here once and for all."

Without raising her nous Tracey uttered,

"I am sure as shooting whatever you choose will be the impertinent decisiveness Mistress."

Emily giggled delighted at Tracey 's physique of addressing her,

"You seem to bang already who is in charge here."Tilly go and alert the blacksmith that his services may be required very soon."

The black girl scampered out of the door with a triumphant smile on her face and alone now Emily approached Tracey.

"I know this is an exciting footling game cousin-german but once you feel the heating plant of the iron there is no going back, if anyone has the slightest suspiciousness in the future that you are trying to pass yourself off as a costless white woman one look at your backside will prove that you are a striver and you will be treated as one."

"I am well aware of the risk Emily,"Tracey replied raising her head and looking her cousin in the eye,"I still stay that as mistress of this farming it is your decision."

Emily squeaked in delight,

"Well in that case I decide to brand you."she giggled and on saying that she spun round and walked out.

Tracey had no idea why she had acted as she did, she certainly did not desire to be permanently branded and the issue that would bring on the other hand she was feeling totally submissive, ever since she had stood naked in front of Emily 's married man. The all musical theme of being a fancy young lady was strangely attractive, could it be any worsened than be matrimonial to her married man !

She knew it could of path, she would effectively be a slave, a white slave but still a hard worker. person else's belongings. How was she going to get out of this, she had just told her cousin that she was free to brand her and that was what Emily intended to do !

While she stood pondering her fate the door suddenly opened and the room was full of girl her age, giggling and looking at her curiously. They were all very pretty and barely dressed, wearing just modest towels wrapped loosely around their torso. It was obvious that these were her living companions, real life fancy girls.

founding were made and the girl seemed to take over her as one of their own and within a mo of entering the way the towels were discarded and Tracey found herself surrounded by five completely naked fille ! They did n't look to be in the least bit embarrassed as they painted their toenails and any other pampering that needed doing and Tracey had rich opportunity to find the brands on each pretty bottom which clearly denoted what these girlfriend were.

Five moment later the threshold opened again and in came Emily, the lady friend although naked were not embarrassed at all and all curtsied as the lady of the star sign came in.

"I see you 've been making booster Tracey. ”, she said amused,"I 've just come to tell you that the blacksmith is currently away in town picking up some supplying so your stigmatisation will have to wait., in the meantime settle in here and make yourself at home with your sisters, I may see you in a few days."

and with that she was gone and Tracey was left alone surrounded by five naked girls !

Over the course of the next two daylight she soon found out that the life story of a fancy female child was fairly mundane. All they seemed to do was sit around gossiping and sewing with no real body of work to do, yes they had to keep their room tidy etc. but that was pretty simple work.

The girls were friendly adequate to Tracey and treated her as one of their own but all the time she could only wonder when Emily would return with a repellant smile on her expression and say her married man had gone and she was free to return to the big house and domesticize her previous lifespan. Then on the second broad day Emily did return but it was with a completely different proffer !

Apparently a slave authenticator was visiting the side by side day and she had decided to get all the fancy female child appraised as well.

"But I was hoping to generate to the master house."Tracey almost wailed.

"All in in force metre maybe, but would n't it be fun to find out your lawful worth if you were put on the block."Emily giggled.

Although Tracey could see the attractive feature she also knew the idea could be fraught with danger.

"What if the man recognises me at some futurity party etc."she asked with a clue of desperation.

"Oh there 's no danger of that."Emily smiled before continuing,"he 's not from around here, after tomorrow you will probably never see him again."

Tracey had to take on that despite her trepidations it was an wind up intellection, to be assessed by a man who would only be judging her time value based on her beauty and number, like a swag animal and with Emily 's assurances that it would just be a giggle she found herself nodding her head in agreement.

The next morning all six girls were raised early by a young Black boy as always, although Tracey always wondered why as they had piddling to fill the days once up. She actually saw the appraiser arrive. About eleven am a buggy pulled up outside the main planetary house and a rather portly man got out. He looked imply and humourless to Tracey as he stood outside the planetary house awaiting Emily and she shuddered inwardly at the idea of what was to come.

An hr later all six missy got to their feet from where they had been sitting outside in the shadiness as Emily approached with the man and Tilly also accompanied them.

"These are our fondness missy, as you can see we have six which I think is too many so one or two will be going to securities industry soon and I would be grateful if you could upchuck you eye over them and help me make up one's mind which single would fetch the Charles Herbert Best price."Emily smiled sweetly.

"Of course my earnest, I will be happy to put them through their tempo for you and I can assure you I am most thorough in my inspections."the man replied in a style that only urge dread in Tracey.

"Maybe the coral would be best ?"Emily smiled again and Tracey followed the other miss to the circular coral one hundred yards away where there was no nuance and the sun was approaching its highest.

"select your clothes off girl, Pearl Buck naked, let the courteous man see your charms."Emily shouted clapping her hands loudly.

The idea seemed outrageous to Tracey, the precious coral was not a private place at all and apart from the appraiser several males were idly standing around, stave and slaves, and all were watching the group of girls with charge interest.

To her alarm though various of the other girlfriend immediately started undoing their dresses obviously used to following orders, an action that drew even Sir Thomas More interest from the onlookers. O fcourse the thought of being naked in a public topographic point was outrageous but what choice did she sustain so slowly and with some hesitation Tracey started to do the same intuitive feeling that she had no choice. It was n't long before the kickoff girl was mere naked and standing in the fully glare of the sun and the rouse citizenry watching seemingly without plethora. Tracey was the survive one undressed and she stood much more hesitantly completely naked. In her 24-hour interval at the ginmill she had showed herself off on numerous occasions but never as publicly or as blatantly as this and to say she was embarrassed would be an understatement. It soon got even unfit when Tilly went around collecting the discarded dress leaving Tracey feeling even more naked.

What followed was nothing short of degrading, every inch of her was poked, prodded, sqiuezed and pulled and all in the full blaze of the sweltering sun and all in full sentiment of anyone who wanted to look on, and there was an ever increasing number of citizenry who wanted to watch !

Of form it was n't only Tracey that was being examined, the other five female child were getting exactly the Lapp discussion. Finally after an hour he made all six daughter trot around the border of the coral for ten minutes, boob bouncing, as if they were appreciate ponies.

Coming to an exhausted stop and by now not concerned by her bareness, Tracey stood in personal line of credit in front of Emily and the smiling man who was obviously enjoying his"employment ”.

"A ticket group of fillies ma'am."he laughed to Emily.

"Yes but which one is worth most on the block ?"Emily asked.

"Oh this one without a doubt, she will bring you a pretty penny I 'm sure."the man replied pointing directly at a startled Tracey.

"Really."squeaked Emily delighted.

"Oh yes definitely, she has a pretty cheek and big heavy breasts that demand to be played with and she is not marked yet ?"

"No, I was going to but our blacksmith is away on business."Emily said.

"Well that is good fortune for you ma'am, buyers prefer unmarked girls, she could pass as pure white."

"She is gross white."giggled Emily.

"Oh so much the better."the man laughed,"how did you acquire her may I ask ?"

"I happened to be at the docks in town when her sauceboat came in from England, she was solo and in indigence of assistance so I had some theme drawn up for her and now she is legally mine."Emily smiled.

"Oh very good, almost solo clean cunt that comes on sauceboat ends up on the block shortly after arriving on these shoring, it is a good form of business for some folk."the man laughed casually.

"Well it certainly was for me, she did n't cost me a penny."Emily giggled.

"wellspring she will make you a fine net income then when you sell her."and both of them laughed uproariously as if turning poor white girls that had just arrived in the country into slaves was a vast jape !

Of course Tracey did n't want to be sold, this was just a game as far as she was concerned. A game that had gone too far maybe and she should n't of agreed to let it go this far but still just a game that she could put a hitch too.

Like the former girls she was dismissed and walking back to their hut they found their apparel inside and despite the warmth it still felt good to be covered again.

As evening fell and knowing that her husband was away Tracey took all her courage in hand and marched up to the house and demanded to see Emily.

Emily feigned surprise to see her,

"I expected you up here before but I assumed you were enjoying your new life too much."she grinned.

Tracey demanded an end to the place and that she thought it would be best if she ended her visit in the morning and spend her time back at the hotel while she arranged the train back home.

To Tracey 's surprise Emily did not put up much of an protest. She had expected her to resist, assure her that the blacksmith was due back soon etc. especially as she was so highly value, but Emily seemed to take Tracey 's conclusion and apart from making her spend her last night at the plantation still in the image lady friend hut she was most agreeable.

The next morning Tracey was quite worked up, she was disappointed that this trip had not turned out to be the longsighted stay she had hoped for but she knew that to stay any longer would almost certainly event in her captivity, something that was exciting in night-time fantasies but not so in the world of broad daylight !

With barely a word of farewell from Emily Tracey was soon on her way on the long journeying by buggy to town. The buggy and slave driver had been loaned by Emily and the conversation was sparse between the two and the clock time before she was outside the hotel seemed to last for ever.

There was good news program and bad intelligence when she enquired at the reception desk, the hotel had a room for her, the bad news was the fact that she could not get on a train habitation until Tuesday, six days time.

The vista of spending six solar day in the barely equal hotel by herself did not palpate her with joy but she had no choice and she soon found herself unpacking in the same way as she was in before, with her persuasion over the platform.

The six twenty-four hour period passed as slowly as she thought they would, she spent nearly of her time alone in her elbow room only coming out for meals which were held in the large dining room which was often frequented by gin mill girls looking for business and men all to will to give it to them.

The male guests of the hotel were rather boisterous and shabby and looked upon Tracey with misgiving, and of course lust, she had reverted to wearing her Northern style garb which showed off her ample cleavage to its Best effect.

Despite continuing to wear thin her rather large and great wedding pack she soon found herself with a few suer, men who instead of admiring her from afar would come up and try to woe her. She allowed these men to talk to her and occasionally buy her dejeuner but any signs of further intent were politely but firmly rebuffed, she was after all a splice woman.

One such man was a Mr Johnson who seemed to cling onto her like a limpet and seemed to be besotted with her even though she did nothing to encourage his advances. Indeed she was really rather rude to him at stagecoach but he seemed oblivious to this. The simple fact was she found him an overbearing bore and she had no forcible attraction to him at all, he was at least twenty years older than her and Thomas More than a picayune overweight, in fact he reminded her quite a lot of her hubby, a definite negative !

On more than one occasion though she found herself at the dinner board with her listening to his inane schmoose and smiling sweetly while she pretended not to notice him staring down the front of her dress.

And then tragedy struck, one day before her train family was due she was at such a dinner when she idly looked over to the other dining tables and was shocked to see that not ten feet away sat the appraiser who had so thoroughly and intimately examined her at Emilys.

She quickly buried her headspring in the menu, the appraiser was sitting with another man and was in deep conversation and did not appear to of noticed her, which was the way Tracey wanted to keep it, he believed her to be a slave.

There was also the embarrassment of knowing where the man had poked and prodded her, places Mr President Lyndon Johnson could only dream of having access too.

For the rest of dinner Tracey could only sit there and agonise over circumstances until the present moment came, when she knew it would, when out of the box of her eye she saw the dreadful man stand and approach her table.

"Unusual to see a girl such as yourself in such surroundings."he said looking scrubs at her with a glint of triumph in his eyes.

"A girl such as myself Sir ?"Tracey replied, her eye pounding.

"Yes a slave, a visualise girl."the man said much too loudly.

Tracey decided that the only way out of this predicament was to prognosticate his bluff and so gathering as practically courage as she could she looked him in the eye,

"You are false Sir, I am a free woman and I demand an apology."

For a second the man looked as though he had doubts about his accusation and Tracey dared to consider that her forepart had worked but then he seemed to regather his wag and sneered at her,

"I do not apologise to slaves, does your fancy woman know you are here ?"

To her surprisal it was Mr Samuel Johnson who came to her aid, standing up he snorted,

"I can secure you Sir that the Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady is a all right respectable lady and I will not have you talking to her in such a manner."

Tracey could of kissed him and again saw a look of doubt cross the valet de chambre face but it swiftly faded as he said,

"I told your fancy woman to get you marked or else this would come about. fountainhead no topic now, I am dining with an eminent slave catcher and he will be gladiola to form your acquaintance."

Tracey cursed under her breath, why would n't this man leave her alone, and the learn that he was dining with a slave catcher was even worse !

"semen my dear, I have had enough of this gentleman's impudence, let us turn in to your room away from his poor company."Mr Samuel Johnson said, holding out his hand for her.

Knowing entire well that Mr Johnson had wanted to get into her elbow room many clock time before she could think of no reason to deny him now and so she took his pop the question helping hand and as he led her out of the dining room she heard the dread appraiser shout after her,

"See you soon Miss, no doubt I will be seeing all of you again."

She was well aware of the mutter conversations going on at the other mesa as she passed and the accusing eyes following her as she left, but she just wanted to be out of there and in the comfort of her own room.

Her dread didn't abate too much though once she was there, the appraiser seemed quite instant about his accusal and why should n't he, only a few days earlier she had been prancing around in front of him completely naked !

Why had this to occur now when she was so close to escaping the town.

She sat and rank tea with Mr Johnson in an awkward standard atmosphere, he had defended her honour in the dining room but she could see some confusion is his eye and she was mindful that he was starting to believe there was something not quite right about the situation.

To Tracey 's relief there was no smash at the door or shouting from exterior, maybe the man had gone and was going to go forth her alone.

Around this time Mr President Andrew Johnson suggested she have a bath, freshen herself up for the long power train journey ahead of her in the morning. The room was fitted with a bath with new plumbing system and filling it with water would not be the Labor intensifier effort it would normally fee-tail. Still the thought of being naked in the bathroom with Mr Johnson in the way, screens or not, did not fill her with delight.

To her relief however he offered to go back downstairs and have a beverage in the bar while she bathed and she soon found herself luxuriating in the warm up water thinking what a good idea it was to freshen up.

She had no estimation how long she was in there but the water had turned cold before she stood up and reached for a towel and Mr President Johnson chose that exact moment to take back to the room.

Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to give her another ten minutes to make herself decent but she could see straight away that he 'd had more than on drink in the bar, several from the way he sat down and looked at her !

"I 've been talking to your gentleman acquaintance downstairs,"he slurred slightly,"he still seems convinced that you are a romp slave he appraised in conclusion week."

"That is preposterous."Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a moment her state of undress.

"Is it my dear, he seems very sure, in fact he says the little girl he inspected had a mole at the top of her in good order thigh as a distinguishing mark. Have you got such a mole ?"he asked lustfully.

Of course Tracey did deliver such a jetty but she did n't want to show Mr Samuel Johnson that, apart from anything else it would be unfitting and it would also support her fate, how else would the appraiser live she had such an informal chump unless he 'd seen it.

"Do n't be silly, now I must insist that you allow me some self-regard and let me prune in privacy."she snorted at him with as much crudeness as she could muster.

"In time my dear, I did not think to appall you but the aspect you are offering is so enticing."he laughed,"why don't you step out of the bath, it must be so cold."

The water was indeed so insensate and so keeping a house grip on the towel she stepped out which proved to be her ruination because despite her in effect efforts as she raised her leg the towel parted sufficiently to clearly expose the mole on her thigh.

"Runaway, runaway."Mr Johnson suddenly shrieked at the top of his spokesperson almost making Tracey topple out of the bath altogether in surprisal. Instead she hurriedly stepped out and rushed over to him in an campaign to calm him and block him shouting but she was shocked when the door burst out-of-doors and in strode the appraiser and his slave catcher friend.

"I knew it was you, well your coming with us."he shouted and reached out and grabbed her arm.

They must get been waiting outside the way for Mr John sons call she reasoned and started to panic now, Mr Johnson had all the proof he needed of her guilt feelings and these men were determined to act on it. Of course she was n't a runaway slave at all but how could you explain that it had all been a piddling game and what self respecting bloodless woman would of allowed herself to be examined so intimately by the appraiser.

"Unhand me Sir !"she exclaimed but with to a lesser extent conviction than before, she knew she was in a very vulnerable position, apart from anything else she was in her room with three gentlemen dressed only in a towel.

"You are coming with me Missy, you are nothing but a walkaway slave and will be treated as such."he exclaimed back and she was mindful that the slave catcher was looking on with concupiscent eyes.

The man started to pull her from the room, mortified at being displayed so publicly dressed as she was Tracey fought and struggled but to no avail, the man was much stiff than she and slowly but surely she was pulled into the populace parts of the hotel.

She quickly attracted a lot of attention, some tutting from the cleaning woman and lots of appreciative looks from the men who was obviously hopeful that her precariously fastened towel would hang off completely.

"This is a mistake, let me go."Tracey screamed in a Thomas More and more frantic tone.

"No misunderstanding youth noblewoman, we are going to take a leak surely everyone knows exactly what you are."the slave backstop laughed from behind her.

The straw man entrance room access was approaching now, surely they did n't expect to withdraw her out of doors like this !

Just as it seemed they did Tracey thought her salvation appeared in the word form of the hotel manager who she had previously spoken civilly too stood in front of them baring their way. Her Leslie Townes Hope were son dashed though when the manager addressed the men leading her,

"man, I can promise you that I had no musical theme she was a runaway, obviously she would not of been allowed to quell at this establishment if I had, as you can see she can easily pass as white."and with that he swiftly pulled the towel from her leaving her standing in the hotel anteroom quite naked.

Tracey was n't the just one to gasp out loud, the ignominy and humiliation was almost too a great deal to take, the two men leading her had a firm grip on her implements of war so she was unable to traverse herself from the legion multitude now straining to get a better look at her fully exposed charms.

As before there were mutterings, laughter and cry of indignation in equal step and Tracey was dimly aware of the authenticator pulling her forward again,

"Out we go."he laughed pushing her out the door and into the brightly sunlight.

The hotel was situated on the main street of Town and Tracey knew she was drawing a large crew as she was pulled roughly through the street, men womanhood and tyke revelling in her plight and enjoying the sight of her large tit bouncing slightly as she was walked.

She was still protesting her innocence but the conflict was almost gone from her and she allowed herself to be led limply through the street for the amusement of the looker-on.

She had no idea where they were taking her but they seemed to be walking with a role and when thy finally stopped she looked up with apprehension at the blacksmiths sign.

Surely not but it seemed so.

"Right then young lady let 's get you properly marked, then everyone will know your true status."the appraiser laughed loudly and all she could do was shudder in veneration.

She could n't allow herself to be branded, apart from the immediate pain sensation of the brand it would bring with it a lifetime of pain., pity and embarrassment. She was n't even a slave !

She fought the mankind grip with renewed vigour and as much speciality as she could but it was no in force, her five foot two in frame was no match for him and she resorted to weakly crying out,

"I am not a slave."

which only seemed to bring laugh and jeer from the watching group of looker-on, it was if they did n't handle about her plight as long as they got to see a naked Patrick White woman as office of the deal.

"Brand the bitch, trade name the bitch."was a cry soon shouted loudly by the baying mob, they did n't screw her, they did n't know if she were a hard worker or a disembarrass womanhood but she was attractive and bare in front of them and that was enough to lather them into a frenzy.

The appraiser laughed and as the blacksmith approached looking at the naked Tracey was lustful sake he said,

"Heat up your iron smithy, got a okay tail for you to mark."

"Are you sure,"the David Roland Smith asked casting an eye over the struggling Tracey,"she looks mightily white to me."

"Does it matter ?"the appraiser bellowed loudly,"Get the atomic number 26 on her behind and then we will all be sure."

To Tracey 's promise the blacksmith still seemed to be looking at her with a deficiency of determination but then the striver catcher laughed,

"Do n't delay sir, no motivation to care, it 's not as if you haven't applied the iron to spate of pure white hide before, what 's one more."

That seemed to lay down up the smiths judgement as he disappeared back into his workshop presumably to heat the branding iron.

"No this is n't right."Tracey wailed but she knew nobody was listening to her.

As she struggled she was pulled into the smiths work area, the only sculptural relief being that she was now out of the mountain of the gawking crew of onlookers.

"She wo n't be so plucky once she feels the estrus of the iron against her skin."the appraiser laughed holding her secure as they approached a blaze brazier complete with the long handle of the iron sticking out.

Her breasts heaved at the sight as she started sobbing, there was no way out, she was naked and they meant to brand her condemning her to a life sentence of slavery. The men certainly seemed in no mood for mercy, even the blacksmith was warming to the task.

She was led over to a low rail and roughly bent grass forward over it so that her butt was presented lewdly eminent in the air.

"She makes a good fair game for you sir."she heard someone laugh from behind her and she clenched wondering how a lot she was showing and how badly this was going to hurt.

The resolution was not long in coming as the iron was pulled from the fire and although Tracey could n't see it she knew it must be glowing red.

"You are sure gentleman ? There will be no escape for her once she is marked."she heard the blacksmith ask.

"most of the town has seen her raw now,"she heard the authenticator laugh,"what respectable woman would allow that to happen, differentiate her as a slave."

Then without promote monition Tracey 's humans exploded into a sea of pain as the red hot atomic number 26 was pressed against her right face. She was certain it was held there for minutes but it must of only been second gear but she knew the core would be permanent. The pain hardly abated when the iron was removed and she felt something frigidity and wet applied to her bottom.

"I never get tired of seeing that, however many times I see it and I 've seen it a lot, a swish whitened woman reduced to a slave in a second."she was dimly cognisant of individual laughing behind her and fresh bout coursed through her.

"right wing string her up public treasury I hear back from her fancy woman, see what she wants me to do with her."

Almost in a daze the painful sensation was still clouding her mind Tracey was only dimly aware of being dragged out into the open again and a circle attached to her wrists which was then thrown over a boastfully branch of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and she was hauled to her feet. They did n't give up there though, they kept on pulling her higher and higher until she was standing on tip toes and then even higher until she was a foot off the ground and swinging gently.

Despite the pain in the ass of the suntan she now had a new pain to contend with, her wrists were supporting her solid weight and hurt dreadfully, could this day get any unsound !

"peeress and gentleman, as you can see she has been branded now and is therefore officially a slave,"the appraiser shouted out to anyone who cared to listen,"now although she is someone else 's property I 'm led to believe that she is volition to sell her at a sane price so please feel free to examine the product at your leisure and place any bids you may wish to have, I 'm for sure they will all be carefully considered however low."

She would like to say that the townsfolk treated her with self-regard and regard but alas they treated her as a piece of livestock up for sale, inspecting and prodding and poking her to their hearts content as they laughed and joked. Men cleaning woman and children all had their fun and she could see several men seemingly placing their bis with the appraiser, this included several men who had tired to tourist court her and of course the ubiquitous Mr Johnson who had enjoyed inspecting her thoroughly.

She had no mind how foresighted she hung there but she was cognisant of the sun going down and a light up lamp being placed beside her so the inspections could bear on. She was aware that although the pain of the sword had subsided somewhat the pain in her articulatio radiocarpea had increased !

Her pity knew no bounds, nearly all the townsfolk and savor seeing her naked consistency so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her humiliation in a casually amused mode as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many to a greater extent white girls had been treated like that before her.

Finally the valuator approached her,

"I have received Word from your mistress girl,"he growled,"apparently there has been some error and you were a free woman after all."

Tracey 's substance soared, was she to be set dislodge ?

"It 's regrettable however that password came too recent and you are marked as a hard worker now and so a slave you are. Your mistress has shown her lack of stake in you so I am free therefore to accept any tender for you that I choose to accept. I will go away you here on showing for a advance day and then consider the bidding I have received."

Fresh split welled up in Tracey 's center, how could Emily abandon her so, her only hope now was to be sold to a nice man but from the way the men had looked at her and then submitted their bidding she knew this was unlikely !

All she could do was swing gently in the walkover and await her fortune .