She was pulled to her feet and felt the full weight of her new shackles, the bracelets attached to a length of heavy chain that would take some getting used too. The rough iron was already chaffing her delicate skin. “Come on then Tracey, don't dawdle.” snapped Emily as she left the hut, as if the happenings in there had been of no trouble at all. She had awkwardly attempted to follow, almost tripping several times as she adjusted herself to the shackles. The cabin boy had the nerve to give her bottom a hard slap as she passed him, his cheeky grin being the last 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 case, 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 mind your confirmed new Big Boobs status I think it best that you spent the rest of your time with your sisters don't you.” In reality Tracey was not totally adverse to the idea, she was sleeping Brooke Banner on the floor in the cabin anyway, and being in such a confined space blowjob with Emily every day was not perfect exactly pleasant. The only thing that worried her was that dressed and shackled as cumshot she was, living with the other fancy girls would confirm her fate. In the back of her mind she was till clinging to the hope that Emily was still toying with her, she had no real intention to sell her once they reached land. Of course with each no indignity heaped upon her by Emily this hope was fading and now she was dressed as a fancy girl and shackled as one, soon to be living as one, almost all hope had gone. In fact her only hope she decided was that somehow her father would find out about Emily's actions and arrange her rescue. He was half way around the world though and in his sick bed the last time she saw him, what chance did she have of him thwarting Emilys plan. “As you wish.” she replied to Emily who seemed slightly surprised but pleased by her answer and within the hour Tracey found herself once again sitting the with four girls. Once again the girls seemed friendly enough and seemed to accept her explaining that her mistress had finished with her now they were so close to shore and Tracey was to resume her rightful place back with the other girls and in a way that story was true! This time Tracey was more depressed though, the time she'd sat with time before she could pretend to be one of them but also get up any time she liked and go back to Emily and her normal life, this time was different, she had no normal life to go back too. She sat quietly and listened to the girls inane chatter, they seemed to have accepted their fate but Tracey knew her father would not want her to end up like this, a barely covered, shackled, slave. She had seen land the last time she was on deck and sure enough within a couple of hours a man appeared and told them to get up and ready to leave. The other girls were excited at leaving the ship after the long voyage but Tracey was full of trepidation and worry. Would Emily have a change of heart and save her, she doubted it. After an agonisingly long wait the girls were brought onto the deck, the bright sunlight hurting her eyes. She could see that the ship was now moored along side a dock heaving with activity. She also saw that the male slaves were being taken ashore first, then the female slaves and then the fancy girls, there was no sign of Emily. As she walked down the steep gang plank, difficult in shackles, she trembled with fear, the white fancy girls were drawing a lot of attention from the men and women on the shore. The sight of a so scantily dressed white woman was obviously something to behold. “Ooh, Leah, fuck Hannah's cunt hard! He felt something on his inner thigh and looked down to discover cum running down his leg. Sven loved me. I needed Big Boobs to focus on that. “Mmm, suck my futa-cock, slut.” He rammed her for all he was worth, squeezing her young breasts firmly, and feeling his balls slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn’t hold off any longer. The fourth round for M had her dropping her bike right in front of three cops..we watched in amazement as they helped her lift the bike as she put her top back on..she came putting back around to us red as a beet. Or cumshot do I move back, take a job I know I’d enjoy and be good at, but play it safe?” I wanted to keep letting her do it. “I would,” she answered sarcastically, “if someone would give me some money.” Something in me had forced me to stall. I do as she tells me to and inhales a lungful of air. He twitched inside her as he felt her up, and only when his hands were sated with her naked flesh did he start thrusting. “Ok.” she said chirpily settling into her chair. The valets helped us into the car. We will be pushing off shortly.” My cock and pubic hair were covered with Stephanie’s cum and so was her bush. He graduated top of his class at John Hopkins Medical School. I can’t help but yell out seeing her being eaten. In a matter of seconds I was totally nude. As he worked she suddenly noticed movement in his crotch. Dee-eep!” And yet above all the noise of Tabatha and the bed I can hear my own grunts of relief, “Unh! You can clean it up. Sometimes he would push my legs over my head and lick and tongue my asshole, which also was a first for me, and which would guarantee a second load in a very short period of time. I agree. Her thoughts shift a bit to what to do with herself once Jim gets there. Jason pulled his cock back where only the head was wrapped by my labia, then he shoved hard into me. He began to fuck faster and furiously pounding my cervix. “Cathy has always wanted a woman to play with, like this, and now that she and Angie have found they are quite compatible, I think they’ll use us for when they need dick, but otherwise, when they are together, it’s all about them.” Moving up, he raised the hem of her dress revealing a soft patch of brown curls. Slipping my thumbs into my X-Men boxers, I took a loud gulp, closed my eyes in embarrassment and quickly pushed everything due South and stood up straight again holding my Howard the Duck t-shirt under my chin with my left hand as I rubbed the right across my Brooke Banner nose and stood there like blowjob the prize Christmas turkey on show at the local butchers. She milked the shaft, wanting more because perfect it tasted so good.