Tracey looked at the listing again and smiled as she ticked off the concluding girl to display panel the ship. She was pleased with herself, it was a cover girl sunny day down at the wharfage and at the high-flown old age of XX five she was the only female striver trader in the town, probably the county.

Of path it did n't hurt the fact that her father owned the bragging slave dealership in the field and she had been bought up in the ways of break one's back trading from an early age. Her Father of the Church name also commanded esteem around here, some of that respect rubbing off onto her. She was sure she would n't of got to where she was today with her fathers name behind her.

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

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

As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive bosom, although it was XVIII forty five, surely a womanhood should be able to prosper on her own merit.

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

Of class she was helping that feeling through her trade. Although the bulk of the slaves she sold were destined for U.S. and the majority were grim male person to be used for their travail she also provided females for housemaid etc.

Again they were nearly all dark women of fiddling business to Tracey but usually in each lading of slaves there were usually some Caucasian woman being transported as well.

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

In reality she knew that well-nigh of the white women she shipped to America were just that, white-hot women. Most of them were common prostitute that her men found in the local anesthetic pubs and managed to squeeze into boarding the ship. By the sentence the miss had sobered up they had been stripped and ankle range fitted to their ankles and by then it was too late, they were destined for a new liveliness as a slave.

Occasionally a white woman of better breeding would find herself aboard and would protest loudly that she should n't be there but the sea captain of the ship was quite felicitous to provide the crew with entertainment by flogging the protests from her.

If that did n't work she would be given to the Shirley Temple vaulting horse for a nighttime or two and she would issue a cowed adult female ready for her new lifetime,

There were rumours that a coroneted lady, a Lady Chambers, had been drinking and eating with a male fellow traveller in a pub one night and had been rounded up by Tracey's men by mistake. Despite her dissent she was soon naked and chained in the hold of the ship and never heard from again.

No incertitude her Ladyship spent the quietus of her life pleasing her new Master on his plantation in United States of America. The woman's hubby apparently showed no real interest in his wife's fade and remarried six months later.

To be dependable Tracey found the story very horny, the idea that a dame of nobility and good upbringing could so easily be reduced to a defenseless shaking slave girl overnight made her snatch tingle.

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

There was no market for such goods in England of course of action but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiate appetence for snowy distaff flesh and she was happy to supply that appetite.

So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five Stanford White girls included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any Sir Thomas More than four or five girls disappearing every few months would charm the laws aid. So far they had not been bothered by her trade and seemed to accept the number of Andrew D. White lady friend she took as acceptable but she did n't desire to push their tolerance.

The captain of the ship was a gravelly fellow called Captain Dr. Johnson and Tracey did n't much charge for him and she thought he did n't care much for her either. Usually though her dealings with him were kept to a minimum but on this particular day things were different.

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

She was n't expect forward to it, the few multiplication she 'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her fourth for each trip. Another reason was that police captain Lyndon Johnson was in the substance abuse of taking his daughter Emily on the trips to the States with him.

Tracey did not like Emily, she was eighteen and a bobble terror. Admittedly she was an attractive missy but her manners and posture to Tracey were appalling.

The thought of being cooped up for so hanker with Emily filled Tracey with dread. Apart from anything else it was considered bad luck to do the voyage with one female person passenger on board let alone two and she knew the crew were looking at her with fear and contempt.

Her Father-God really was ill though and she had no choice but to do the trip to see that the inventorying got where it was supposed to be going and there were no discrepancies or problems.

So on this shining aurora she found herself standing on the pack of cards counting off the one hundred male hard worker, twenty five females and four fancy young woman. She knew that the conditions below deck for the hard worker would be horrifying and she fully expected to lose a act of slaves during the trip but she hoped no more than ten percent.

The figure girls would be kept separately in barely just conditions and she hoped she did n't suffer one of them. She only had four on this dispatch and that was one or two less than normal and losing any and having even lupus erythematosus to betray would not go down well with the auctions the girls were destined for.

She had procured five phantasy girlfriend, the ships manifest showed that they had five on board, but one of her men had unfortunately used one of the girls a little too harshly and she wouldn't be making the trip, indeed she 'd never be making any stumble !

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

As a result she had fined the man a calendar week pay, not a large amount of money but hopefully it would process to reign in his excesses next time.

Eventually an hour after they were due to they set sail and left Bristol behind them. She had feared this might find as she found herself having to share a belittled cabin with the foul Emily.

The ship was not built with tell twenty-five percent for female person in mind and although their cabin was well-situated enough it was cramped enough with the two women inside.

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

Although the two daughter were compeer being the ships senior pilot daughter seemed to make Emily think she had every rightfield to lord it over Tracey and assume a sorting of dominance over her.

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

The cleaning, brushing Emily 's hair for half an hr every dark, even the emptying of the sleeping room peck were all Tracey 's duties. If she had been inclined she could of demanded that Emily do her just percentage of the work but instead she lowered her head and carried out her chores without a Holy Scripture of complaint.

On one memorable Night she had even helped Emily bathe in a tin bathing tub set up in the cabin. The bath had practically filled the cabin and had taken Tracey ages to fill it with warm water from the galley two decks below.

She had helped Emily disrobe and felt embarrassed at seeing the early girl standing naked in such closemouthed proximity. She had seen other girlfriend naked of course, her job demanded it, but somehow the closeness of Emily and the confined space made it feel much more confidant and brought a flush to Tracey 's face.

She had to allow that Emily was a very pretty girl, untried than her and in replete bloom with a endearing figure. She had never particularly been attracted to other girl sexually but she could certainly see why a man would be.

She had to proceeded to wash the naked Emily, enjoying the opinion of her large breasts in her hands as she soaped them and she could n't give way to detect how voiceless and put up Emilys nipples became, a lot like her own.

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

She even ran her handwriting between Emilys ramification and washed her thoroughly there. She saw that she had a hunky-dory covering of wispy blonde hair down there, hair that was quickly matted wet and she was n't indisputable if it was purely from the bathroom urine !

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

She had hoped that maybe Emily would return the party favour and wash out her or at least let her enjoy that bath but as soon as she was out and dry she ordered Tracey to discharge it.

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

A fact that was picked up on during the eve meal with the chieftain and his senior crew. These were rowdy affairs and despite Emily being his daughter the air was full of ribald jest and bawdry laughter.

No doubt Emily was used to these sort of evenings having travelled on the ship many a sentence before but Tracey found the men's behaviour to be only slightly higher than that of a savage and she spent the Nox sitting quietly around the table pretending to be interested in the men's inane iota tattle.

As far as she were concerned the striver probably had a better deal cooped up below decks !

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

The decision was n't made for their rubber but rather to be out the ballast of the ship or some such nautical idea, although Tracey was concerned for them, after all they were cherished load, her reason for being there in the commencement plaza !

The storm only intensified and Tracey ended up standing beside the big wooden financial backing of the main sail cowering in the wind and rain. She had no idea where Emily was, probably dependable in the weapon system of her Father of the Church although he was probably very bust trying to safe his ship !

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

Despite being afraid and feeling totally wretched though she could n't facilitate but mark that all the slaves brought up on pack of cards were totally bare. During the boarding and counting the slaves usually wore loin clothes that although were barely adequate did enshroud their nudity. Apparently below pack of cards these loin apparel were discarded and the men were completely naked.

It was quite a sight for Tracey, she was not experienced that way with men, her strict Father-God saw to that chasing away any potential suer and insisting that she remained tie to the job. So the mountain of one hundred naked phallus was a tidy sum to behold indeed.

These were not pocket-sized penis either, the size and girth of them took Tracey 's breath away as much as the violent storm did and she was sure that not only her sea sickness was making her deliquium against the mast support.

The distaff slaves were also running around naked, usually wearing the Saami loin clothes as the males Tracey was well used to seeing their large pendulous bosom swing freely but tonight they were as naked as the males.

Although they unguent were all black and little Sir Thomas More than savages the sight of so much blatant nudity was an eye opener to Tracey, indeed if the striver had n't of been shameful the unscathed scene would have been positively disgraceful.

Tracey did notice that the white picture miss were not naked, they were huddled together only a few feet from her position looking as scared as she was. They were dresses in a simple whiteness shift that if they had been on the streets of Bristol would of got them arrested for indecency it was that thin and short.

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

Despite her fear and illness she could n't help oneself but feel ashamed and vulnerable as she stood on the deck. The shift, soaked by the driving rain had plastered itself to her body like a second skin and she hated to think what a harlot she must search like.

The storm raged for another three hours and whether is was skillful seamanship or soundly chance or a combination of the two the ship was still upright when the conditions subsided and they so obviously ridden out the storm.

It was by now sunup and the light, although not pure yet was unspoiled enough to uncover the broken masts and sails flapping in the wind. Some of the sailors were starting to round up the slaves and Tracey knew that she would soon have to go below decks to do a head count. She herself had found a procure place to stand against the steer but she knew the slave were left to fend for themselves on the open deck and she had no melodic theme if any had been swept overboard.

"ejaculate on then Lady, let 's get you back below."she heard a sailor say to the chemical group of fancy girls to her left.

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

As Tracey watched the girlfriend stood up straight and got ready and the sailor said,

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

Before the lady friend could verbalise he looked over to where Tracey was standing and smiled,

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

Tracey was quickly cognizant that he thought she was a fancy young lady, ready to be moved below deck and why would n't he, she was dressed in the Same revealing shift and she knew that she certainly did n't look like a proper English language Lady right now !

She was suddenly struck with fear but this was also tinged with excitement, the fact that she could be mistaken for a fancy girl destined for the auction blockage in America was very exciting, very exciting indeed.

She froze not knowing what to do, the shift was still revealing all her bender and the sailor was sure he 'd got the right girlfriend, she was n't sure as shooting how a good deal her protests would work.

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

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

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

"Sorry Miss, it 's just that the manifest says there are five fancy girls on table, I just assumed she was one of them."he mumbled before scurrying off with the other girls.

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

"Do n't trouble oneself to thank me you silly girl, you left me to get by by myself during the storm, I should of let him occupy you below deck of cards with the others, a venereal infection of veridical servitude would do you good."

Tracey did n't sleep together how to reply to that and so she just stood like a naughty schoolgirl, center cast down to the deck.

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

"Maybe it 's not too late, I 'm sure as shooting they have a free pair of bond somewhere and there should be five visualise girls on board after all."

This time Tracey looked up in alarm,

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

As soon as she said it she regretted it, Emily was her compeer not her superior and yet in that one little statement she seemed to acknowledge her sanction over her.

With a jubilant smile on her fount Emily looked at her as if thinking,

"Well you make indisputable you are, there 's still plenty of meter for me to put you in irons and let you conjoin your sister down below."

A shiver of awe swept through Tracey, what did she have in mind her sisters, those little girl were naught but inexpensive harlots who deserved to be where they were but then she again remembered how she was currently dressed, no dubiousness making all the bunch around her look at her with lustful eyes.

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

"Thank you Miss."

Emily seemed to accept that and they were soon back in the relative comfort of their cabin. Luckily Tracey 's sea sickness seemed to have passed but when she attempted to plume Emily stopped her with a raised hand.

"Actually you can bide dressed as you are for the rest of the trip-up, you look rather fetching and it will remind you of your position."

Tracey was appalled, standing in a flimsy shift in the middle of the night on a storm battered deck might just about be acceptable but during broad daytime on a calm sea, it was untoward. The chemise was very thin and clearly showed that her large breasts were naked under it the way they moved and jiggled, not to mention the fact that her nipples were very prominent under it.

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

"But Emily."she started to protest but was cut unretentive by her knifelike retort.

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

Dejected Tracey said no and spent the rest of the aurora wearing away just her shift. It was bad enough inside the cabin but on two social occasion they left the cabin and went to claver Emily 's father about some trivial affair, indeed Tracey was surely Emily arranged these visit purely to embarrass her.

On each occasion Emily achieved her destination as Tracey knew that the eyes of each straw hat they passed were fixed to her barely concealed body as they walked through the ship. There were several sets of steep step for the girls to voyage on the way, hard enough for Emily to make on to her dignity but for Tracey it was unsufferable and she hated to think how a lot build she was showing.

Emily 's don had greeted them each time with an diverted flavor at Tracey 's new attire and had to said to his girl,

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

"Perhaps I have."Emily giggled in response.

"Perhaps you should,"her don laughed,"I 'm sure one as reasonable as this one would make you a pretty penny if sold on the block."

Emily seemed to reckon this for a instant,

"You are right, I had not considered that but it may indeed examine profitable to me, we have papers for five female child ?"

"Yes indeed."the captain nodded.

"Good."Emily giggled and they left the police captain cabin with Tracey feeling even more unsafe than she did before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sleep of the day had passed quietly, Emily spending a lot of her clock time sewing while Tracey brushed her hair. The evening meal in the captains stern had been particularly arduous for her. Whereas Emily sat at her pattern place at the tabular array Tracey was relegated to standing behind her the whole time, suffering the rude comments and laughter not to mention the lustful optic of all the men there.

On more than one occasion she almost ran from the way in embarrassment but she knew that would direct to more bother so she stood quietly and tried to wither into the background signal, an impossible job dressed as she was.

One fellow even ran his hand up her bare legs at one degree, he never reached his hoped for name and address but he was close !

Tracey was glad when the nights celebration ended and she and Emily retied to their cabin where another indignity awaited her. As mentioned before the cab in pocket-size with two berth and a small flight strip of floor in between. Emily announced that she intended to use Tracey 's bed as extra storage quad for her dresses and instead of enjoying the comforts of her bed from now on Tracey would sleep on the floor between them.

Tracey was upset, the flooring was hard wooden deck of cards, not very comfortable to say the to the lowest degree, but with the barest of complaint she laid down on the deck of cards as if she were a sentry go dog protecting his mistress.

The Night passed slowly, she had never slept well on board ship anyway, the constant movement unsettled her, but sleeping on the storey was even heavily, she barely got an hours sleep. What made it worse was listening to Emily 's contented snoring coming from above her.

The following morning she hoped that Emily would get a change of heart and at least leave her to dress in a more dignified way, but when she had a surreptitious look for her jammed dress she could n't happen them.

On seeing her puzzled look Emily smiled,

"Oh are you looking for your clothes dear, I had one of the crew dispose of them, he probably threw them overboard or hold them to apply them to his beauty back home, either way it 's not like you will be needing them again."

Tracey almost cried, some of her just attire were in her packing trunk, expensive clothes, and now they were gone. For a second she almost made a lurch for Emily determined to scratch her eyes out but she knew however satisfying it might be it would also seal off her fate.

So another day in just her dilute transformation, her charms almost totally display with every relocation she made. The voyage was supposed to last ten 24-hour interval, they had probably lost a day due to the violent storm and so they had another four or so days left, she was n't sure she could make out that long.

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

Tracey had no idea what infringement of the ships law the slave had made but she found the whole event quite titillating. The whole ships gang were acquaint as well as Emily and Tracey and of trend the Male slave bare bodies excited Tracey again. This fourth dimension it was shining day light and she had a better vista of the enormous phallus, a sight that never failed to quicken her lineage.

Each Male was a fine specimen and seeing them wrestle against their Julian Bond in agony as the whip struck their backs was exquisite to see. She was sure they were in agony as well as the man whipping them was certainly not holding back, striking the men as hard as he could. Each slave took their whipping stoically though and even though their backs were running with blood by the meter the man stopped barely a auditory sensation came from the striver lips.

Funnily enough it was the great deal of the naked female slave being whipped that got her juice flowing the most. She was a beauty with firm perquisite breast and not an ounce of fat on her. Despite her being a Negro and a slave Tracey could value how attractive she was.

Unlike the men before her she did pee-pee a noise when the whiplash of the whip hit her. Loud piercing screams came from her and she twisted and strained against her James Bond making Tracey feel as though she herself could feel the whip.

Once again the man used all his endeavor to blister her, making no tolerance for her sex and Tracey could sense the excitement in the air from the watching crew extremity who were also enjoying the sight of the nude girl being whipped.

Tracey did n't count how many lashes the young lady received but by the time the man finished she was hanging limply against the frame, unable to support herself any longer, She was cut down and carried back below deck with the men and the gang dispersed, the twenty-four hour period entertainment evidently over.

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

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

She could only crimson and desire Emily did not continue.

"Maybe I should coiffe to have you whipped tomorrow, I 'm sure the gang would bask seeing a flannel woman treated like that."Emily smiled evilly.

"Oh please don't."Tracey squealed, yes she 'd been excited buy the scene but she couldn't imagine how a lot pain sensation the slaves had suffered and she did n't need to !

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

Once again Tracey thought silence was the unspoilt choice but the thought of being whipped naked in strawman of the whole crew filled her with dread.

Mercifully it did n't happen and the next two daytime of the voyage passed without any material incident although Tracey was still sleeping on the floor beside Emily 's bed and still carrying out her duties dressed in just her skimpy slip which was looking more than a little grubby by now.

With one day to go before they reached America Tracey knew she had to go down below pack of cards to bet the slave, she still did n't sleep together if they had lost any overboard during the storm.

She explained this to Emily who rather grudgingly gave her permission for Tracey to shoot the breeze the striver quarter although she did set a time boundary on the task.

So with Din Land almost in sight Tracey descended into the bowls of the ship. It was her initiative time down there and apart from the wickedness and goom the first affair that hit her was the overpowering smell.

The sanitary conditions down there were adjacent to none and she hated to think what her dainty base were stepping in as she gingerly began her caput count.

The slave were all laying down in as much distance as they could which was n't very much as they were crammed together and they looked at her with suspicion and mix-up, to them she looked like one of the Andrew Dickson White fancy girl dressed as she was.

Once again she was treated to the sight of completely naked men only this time she was in their macrocosm and she felt very vulnerable as she walked among them. The sights and smells completely overwhelming her to the point where she had to restart the head counting several times.

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

The women had more quad than the men but only slightly and they were all naked like the men and once again Tracey was struck by their casual position to their own nudity, nobody tried to cover up up etc.

They were two women down which again was acceptable and so finally she went on to see the visualize little girl. They were all there and they were not naked, all four wearing their shifts and they had the most space of all, indeed Tracey thought to herself that they probably had more blank than she herself did !

Again she was looked at warily and with befuddle looks and one of the girls asked her to sit with them and talk a piece. Now Tracey would not normally do such a thing, after all despite being tweed these girls were slaves but the thought of hurrying back to Emily was not an attractive one and so she let herself slither down the side of the ship until she was sitting like the rest of them leaning her back against the wooden side.

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

Apparently the male hard worker were allowed free sovereignty to use the female person as they wished but the fancy young lady were not to be touched by anybody and their days were filled with talking and brushing each others hair and such trivial matter, rather like her daylight Tracey thought to herself.

During her time sitting with them a cheating plate of solid food was brought into them. To Tracey 's surprise there was a plate for her which she took when it was handed to her by a surly Seaman. The food was almost inedible but she asked the other girl why five plates had been provided when there were only four of them normally there.

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

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

"They actually got it right today."another girl laughed and Tracey joined in the girlish giggling knowing that she was in a potentially life-threatening stance sitting here with the former miss dressed as she was but she felt the old associate tingle between her legs and made no exertion to get up.

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

"How come your not wearing leg smoothing iron ?"

For the low gear time Tracey saw that all the early girls wore large looking shackles, a three foot length of iron attached to two ankle watchband riveted securely shut, she doubted they could ever be removed riveted as they were.

All four missy were looking at her awaiting her answer and she was embarrassed and did n't know what to say, she could n't include that she was a rid cleaning lady, their schoolmistress no less, how would she explain that sitting there with them and wearing what they were, and so she said the solely thing she could guess of,

"I 've been helping help one of the Lady on table, hamper would of hindered my duties too much."

As soon as she said it she regretted it, she had basically admitted that she was one of them ! They seemed to take over her explanation though but them to Tracey 's repulsion the seaman returned to compile the evacuate plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up,

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

Apparently they were on number 1 name footing with their capturer and he grunted confusedly,

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

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

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

What was she to do. She certainly thought it was time to leave her current companions and so she rather shakily stood up and as she did so one of the girls flipped up the back of her transformation revealing her unblemished bottom to them all.

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

Tracey knew what she was referring to, as per her own decree each slave was marked on her behind with a act. It was etched onto the girlfriend right buttock with a burning joint, the heat and the charred wood leaving a distinct mark. It was n't permanent but it lasted a calendar month, Tracey knew that permanently marking a girl was a subject of choice among slave owners. Some wanted to put a big boldface brand on the young woman marking her as hos property while others did not want to deface her skin preferring an unblemished bottom.

To prove the detail each of the four girlfriend quickly got onto all 4 and flicked their own shifts up revealing their own numbered ass and a whole lot more.

Leaving the vision of four upturned seat Tracey quickly left and made her way back up above pack of cards, luckily no one questioned her on the way.

Once back in the relative prophylactic of Emily 's cabin she was met with a scowl from Emily asking her where she 'd been. Still flustered by the sights she 'd seen and the risk she 'd put herself in she could n't guess of an adequate answer answer so she just mumbled an apology.

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

Tracey was shocked, she had seen Emily naked when she 'd help bathe her but Emily had never seen her totally naked and despite the shift offering the bare minimum of reserve at to the lowest degree it did that.

"Are you trusted Emily ?"she whined weakly.

"Of class I am you silly girl, not get that rag off or I 'll telephone a crewman in to do it for you."

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

She stood completely naked three substructure in movement of Emily looking at the footing death of acute embarrassment.

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

To Tracey 's disgrace Emily reached out with her right helping hand and cupped her right white meat in her handwriting squeezing it as if she were judging it 's weight.

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

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

"Oh shut up,"Emily snarled, at the Same time pinching Tracey 's nipple hard making her yelp in pain,"it 's not up to you anyway, it 's entirely up to me is n't it ?"

In fright of receiving another mite Tracey whimpered,

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

This seemed to delight her and she let go of Tracey 's bosom and sat down on her bed studying the naked Tracey in nominal head of her.

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

Tracey shuddered at the thought but she was n't entirely indisputable if it was in veneration or fervour !

She kept her head lowered unable to face Emily in the oculus as she studied her defenseless physical structure.

"right wing you can stay like that for the rest of the day while we get your transformation washed, one of the cabin boys should be here soon to gather up it."Emily said casually.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh no hurry, she can rest as she is until you return."Emily giggled.

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

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

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

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

With a promise to see what he could do and with a final examination glimpse at Tracey he left the cabin, much to Tracey 's reliever. The talk of selling her and the fact that she was standing there naked and humiliated and weirdly turned her on but the overtake champion was superfluity.

She said as often to Emily who brushed her complaints aside as if they were of no significance at all, as if being seen naked by a young boy was nothing important.

The next hour or so was spent still naked brushing Emily 's hair and doing humble project around the cabin, her embarrassment did not slack at her never-ending nudity but Emily seemed unconcerned. The cabin boy returned after a while and again with lustful eyes on Tracey he had informed Emily that there had been a mishap. Apparently her transmutation, newly washed, had been pegged to one of the many ropes on deck to be dried by the winding but the wind had proved to be too solid and had ripped the garment free for it never to be seen again.

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

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

"wellspring that is your choice Miss, we have a supply of slip for young lady such as her or as you say leave her like she is."the boy replied making it fairly obvious which pick he preferred.

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

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

The boy left with his common finish look at the naked Tracey and he returned ten minute of arc later with the companion livid shift.

Putting it on while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even thinner and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own duty period. The stuff was also coarser and was very fretful already, but these condition faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely.

She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in similar garb to the fancy girls it had been different enough to notice, her premature work shift had been made of o.k. silk for instance and she was now wearing rough cotton plant. Anyone outside the cabin would n't see her dressed similarly to a fancy girl, she was dressed as a envision lady friend !

As if providence had spoken there was a sudden knock on the room access and a rough crew member entered and looking directly at Tracey said,

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

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

Emily seemed to catch on fast, especially at the word smithy and she suddenly squealed with joy,

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

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

Tracey was startled, firstly she could see acres, and secondly on where she was being pulled to. She did n't need to let iron bond fitted to her delicate white ankle, they looked hideous and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as usual she was paying no tending to her.

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

A red glow coming from a carefully contained flaming in one corner, in the eye of the room stood an anvil, a smallish man wearing sole trouser looked at them and said rather unnecessarily,

"Is this the wench ?"

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

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

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

Without another word an iron bracelet was attached to her mortise joint and and a hot pin was pushed through the joint fixing it firmly in seat,

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

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

"Easy enough, just flatten the head of the pin down so it can never be pulled out, she will be in iron the repose of her life story then."the man laughed.

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

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

"Maybe a few cent,"the man shrugged,"nada too bad, a lot of men like their girls in irons."

Again everyone looked at Emily and she eventually said firmly,

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

The man shrugged as if it were no importance and he reached down and lifted Tracey 's former leg up and into position on the anvil.

She was just relieved that she was n't condemned to a life in atomic number 26, at least yet. Her shift was now up around her waist and she knew all her charms were being so lewdly displayed to the excited men, she wondered how many other girls they had seen in this raunchy stance, lots she guessed.

Almost without her realising the other bracelet was fitted and her leg nightfall back to the floor and she attempted to cover herself as practiced she could while the others talked above her.

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

"A steel you mean ?"she asked.

"Yes, on her backside to express she 's your place, have you an possessor 's mark for her ?"he asked.

Not for the world-class time Tracey looked at Emily with baited breathing place, she seemed to be taking her time considering her answer.

"No, I do n't have a chump, and besides I intend to betray her and I 'm sure her new owner would not take account my mark being on her, will her as she is."

Tracey could of kissed her ! It seemed that sound business concern horse sense had saved her from the branding iron. She was pulled to her substructure and felt the wax exercising weight of her new shackles, the watchband attached to a length of heavily chain that would take some getting used too. The rough atomic number 26 was already chaffing her delicate skin.

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

She had awkwardly attempted to observe, almost tripping several metre as she adjusted herself to the shackles. The cabin boy had the nerve to give her bottom of the inning a heavily smacking as she passed him, his cheeky grin being the stopping point thing she saw as she exited the hut trying her best to keep up with Emily.

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

"Actually Tracey, I 've decided that this cabin is too small for the two of us after all, and bearing in thinker your confirmed new status I think it unspoilt that you spent the eternal rest of your time with your baby do n't you."

In reality Tracey was not totally adverse to the idea, she was sleeping on the floor in the cabin anyway, and being in such a confined blank with Emily every day was not exactly pleasant. The only thing that worried her was that dressed and shackled as she was, living with the other see girls would support her fate.

In the back of her judgment she was till clinging to the hope that Emily was still toying with her, she had no real aim to deal her once they reached country. Of course with each no indignity heaped upon her by Emily this promise was fading and now she was dressed as a fancy daughter and shackled as one, soon to be living as one, almost all Bob Hope had gone.

In fact her only Leslie Townes Hope she decided was that somehow her Church Father would chance out about Emily 's actions and order her delivery. He was half way around the world though and in his vomit bed the last clock time she saw him, what chance did she make of him thwarting Emilys plan.

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

Once again the girls seemed friendly enough and seemed to accept her explaining that her mistress had finished with her now they were so shut to shore and Tracey was to restart her rightful place back with the other girls and in a way that floor was true !

This metre Tracey was more dismay though, the time she 'd sat with time before she could pretend to be one of them but also get up any time she liked and go back to Emily and her normal life history, this time was different, she had no normal life to go back too.

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

She had seen country the last-place time she was on pack of cards and indisputable enough within a twosome of hours a man appeared and told them to get up and ready to depart. The other miss were excited at leaving the ship after the farseeing voyage but Tracey was full of trepidation and worry. Would Emily make a modification of spirit and salvage her, she doubted it.

After an agonisingly long wait the daughter were brought onto the deck, the hopeful sunshine hurting her center. She could see that the ship was now moored along side a dock heaving with action. She also saw that the male slaves were being taken ashore first, then the female slave and then the fancy girls, there was no mansion of Emily.

As she walked down the exorbitant gang plank, difficult in trammel, she trembled with fear, the clean fancy girls were drawing a lot of tending from the men and womanhood on the shore. The sight of a so scantily dressed white woman was obviously something to behold.

Tracey noticed that the slave once again had their loin clothes on, the woman were still bare breasted, at least the fancy girl were spared that shame.

They all had to stick out on the dockside while a man walked up and down counting them and for the 1st sentence she saw Emily, who had apparently assumed Tracey 's attitude and was talking to the man counting them as if they were her slaves.

For a s she thought of stepping forward and informing the man of her rightful place but she realised how giddy that would look, she did n't have a go at it the man and he did n't know her, he had no understanding to believe that Emily was n't who she said she was and why would he believe or even heed to a shackled slave young woman dressed like Tracey. So she stood quietly with the other girls still being jeered and looked at by what seemed like the towns entire population.

A couple of laughing boys were even going down the bloodline of girls lifting their shifts up to reveal their good luck charm to the watching crowd, they reached Tracey and did it to her and she nearly died of embarrassment. If this had been at plate and slaves were being treated the like was she would of laughed with the onlookers but now that she was on the receiving end of such treatment it was n't so laughable !

Finally after what seemed like an age Emily and the counting man seemed satisfied and the unit grouping of them was marched off to their new living quarters, a orotund stock house on the bound of the dockage. Once again the male slaves seemed to get the worst treatment, all of them crammed into a small quad, the women a prominent space and the phantasy little girl even larger.

There was shuck on the level of the stall they had been put into and Tracey suddenly saw that antonym them in another stand were some cattle. This was n't a store house it was a barn !

The slave were just another type of animal to be kept in there.

It was a atrocious Nox, she slept fitfully if at all, as well as the audio of the other hard worker around her the cows were making their own noises.

The following day was n't any honorable either, at first luminousness they were all herded outside into a small courtyard where they were fairly well crammed in. They were all stripped totally defenseless and then unseen masses on the low roof, spiritual domain before, threw ice common cold buckets of water over them.

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

Of course the fact that she was defenseless outdoors was positively scandalous, although she was one of many and the court was enclosed she was still naked outside and even worse in wax view of men. Of course she was also with raw men but as blacks they did n't count.

She 'd never been so pleased to get her pantie work shift back on. It proved to be short lived though because an hour later she was standing naked in the courtyard again, this metre only the five fancy girls there and assorted men kinsfolk who appeared to be judging the daughter strong-arm appearance.

She really felt like a pry animate being being sized up for it 's value on the block, upwards of six men examined them with their paw as well as their eyes. Breasts were squeezed, bottoms slapped and thigh pinched. The men were all in soundly look and laughing and joking amongst themselves and why should n't they be in good disembodied spirit, they were inspecting five au naturel white-hot miss !

To Tracey 's surprise the other young woman seemed to take it in their stride, as if this was an anticipate part of a phantasy fille lifetime but to Tracey it was excruciatingly embarrassing, she had no intimate experience with men and now they had got very familiar with her, very confidant indeed !

As far as she could tell the inspection had been an appraisal of their Worth, something she would of expected to find if she 'd been the one selling the daughter, as ware however it had been a different experience !

The rest of the day was dominated by one firearm of word that had been sent on a fast clipper ship that had let England three days after their own ship but arrived only 12 hour later. Her Padre had succumbed to his unwellness and died shortly after she 'd left.

Emily had found her and delivered the news personally in an abrupt and uncaring way and had appeared surprised when Tracey had burst into tears. Not only was the loss of her father hard to assume but also lost was any vestige of the hope that she still carried in her warmheartedness, who would carry through her now.

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

She spent the relief of the day sobbing inconsolably curled up against the rampart of the barn, the former missy concerned but unable to help.

The next two days passed in a fuzz, she was fed and watered but early than that she was left alone. She was aware that various people, men and cleaning woman passed through the b as if looking for suitable stock to buy. The women in their OK frock crinkling up their noses against the smell of the barn.

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

Tracey had long given up Leslie Townes Hope that Emily would come out and release her, telling her it had been a joke all along, and so she joined the coffle of slaves as they were led out and loaded into pushcart, apparently the auction blocking was some way away.

Dressed in her normal shift she had to lose the scoffing and laughter of the local Ithiel Town children and townspeople as the carts made their slow down way to their destination.

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

At one point they passed a small family and the young boy with them yelled out with spitefulness,

"Burn the witches !"

she hoped that he 'd find his world haranguing skills spectacularly incorrectly !

After half an hour in the cart they seemed to reach the centre of townsfolk where a little stage like structure had been erected and the hefty crowd of looker-on had gathered. Still fearful all the slaves were taken off the carts and the auction began.

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

She quickly realised that although she guessed there was almost two hundred citizenry there, in reality there was only three or four hoi polloi actually buying slave, the rest had come to gawp and savor the great deal of public nakedness !

Who could blame them, black consistency or not the mass of so many penis was adequate to make a female child swoon.

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

Soon enough all the men had been sold and it was the lightlessness women slaves turn on the blockage. They too were stripped naked and this sentence it was the men 's act to get excited at the sight of naked frame and the sunniness and bawdy comments came deep and fast.

Again though it was only a select few who were actually bidding as the women were displayed so blatantly. There were a few bust from them but the crew did n't care, they just wanted their pound of flesh and they were getting it !

The mother wit of fear and foreboding was rising amongst the fancy young woman, they knew their turn was coming up on leg, would they be stripped nude too, surely they would n't do that to clean fair sex ?

Soon enough it was their time to feel out as the end of the black women were sold and Tracey and the others were ushered up the footprint to the stage. organism in the wax blaze of the crowd was bad but what followed was even speculative as a big stern looking man approached each fille in turn and shoot their shifts from them. The material was flimsy and unconvincing and ripped away easily and all of a sudden Tracey found herself standing on the stage completely naked.

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

She barely comprehended what the auctioneer was saying as he described each girls exposed charms, he was speaking so quickly and in a unlike stress to what she was used to. He spoke even speedy as the bids started coming in for the girls and she could only stand there in naked shame as the bunch reached fever pitch.

In the true it was all over before she knew it, herself and the former girls were taken off the leg quickly, she had no theme how a great deal she had been sold for or to whom but she was certain she had been sold.

Still naked all five girlfriend were loaded back onto their cart and driven back the way they had come, it appeared that although they had new masters they would be stored awaiting collection for the time being.

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

The two days seemed to drag, with only their meal and the daily buckets of stale body of water thrown over them to facilitate the tedium. The other girl had also been sold but like Tracey had no estimation who to and for what purpose or final destination.

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

She realised the time had come for her new proprietor to lay claim her and she sat fearfully in the rachis of the cart, her genu drawn up tightly to her chin. She looked out at the familiar buildings they passed as the pushcart made its way back into the middle of the Ithiel Town. This prison term there were no jeering crowds, just people going about their casual business, an almost defenseless girl in the back of a cart nil to be concerned about.

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

"Welcome girl, let 's get you upstair and bath and into a nice wearing apparel, the customers would n't like you as you are."she laughed gaily.

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

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

Tracey was glad to pick up that, they really were a balk and hurt dreadfully, what had the woman meant by"customers"though ?

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

Hoping for some privacy but not surprised when the man who had led her to the room stayed and watched as Tracey removed her chemise and raw stood in the bath. It was risible how the thought of being so wanton in presence of a man would of seemed so shocking not that long ago but now she thought nada of it.

She was embarrassed however when the woman returned and unabashedly looked her nude statue body up and down.

"Yes a fine leverage, you will make a corking addition to our picayune gang, welcome to the topper whore house in Town my girl."the woman smiled and it suddenly became very discharge what she had meant by"client"earlier .