By the time the girls had sobered up they had been stripped and ankle chains fitted to their ankles and by then it was too late, they were destined for a new life as a slave. Occasionally a white threesome woman of better breeding would find herself aboard and would protest loudly that she shouldn't be there but the captain of the ship was quite happy to provide the crew with entertainment by flogging the protests from her. If that didn't work she would be given to the black bucks for a night or two and she would emerge a cowed woman ready for her new life, There were rumours that a titled lady, a Lady Chambers, had been drinking and eating with a male companion in a pub one night and had been rounded up by Tracey’s men by mistake. Despite her protests she was soon naked and chained in the hold of the ship and never heard from again. No doubt her Ladyship spent the rest of her life pleasing her new Master on his plantation in America. The woman’s husband apparently showed no real interest in his wife’s disappearance and remarried six months later. To be honest Tracey found the story very horny, the idea that a lady of nobility and good upbringing could so easily be reduced to a naked quivering slave girl overnight made her pussy tingle. Although she'd never told anyone, for obvious reasons, 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 perky a second thought, but the fact that a white adorable woman could be traded as a slave got her juices flowing every time. There was no market for such goods in England of course but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiable appetite for white female flesh and she was happy to supply that appetite. So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five white girls included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any more than four or five girls disappearing every few months would catch the laws attention. So far they had not been bothered by her trade and seemed to accept the number of white girls allure she took as acceptable but she didn't want to push their tolerance. The captain of the ship was a rough fellow called Captain Johnson and Tracey didn't much care for him and she thought he didn'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 father was ill in bed and by default she had to endure the passage to America and back again. She wasn't look forward to it, the few times she'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip. Another reason was that Captain Johnson was in the habit of taking his daughter Emily on the trips to America with him. Tracey did not like Emily, she was eighteen amateur and a spoilt brat. Admittedly she was an attractive girl but her manners and attitude to Tracey were appalling. The thought of being cooped up for so long with Emily filled Tracey with dread. Apart from anything else it was considered bad luck to do the voyage with one female passenger on board let alone two and she knew the crew were looking at her with fear and contempt. Her father really was ill though and she had no choice but to do the trip to ensure that the inventory got where it was supposed to be going and there were no discrepancies or problems. So on this bright morning she found herself standing on the deck counting off the one hundred male slaves, twenty five females and four fancy girls. She knew that the conditions below deck for the slaves would be horrible and she fully expected to lose a number of slaves during the trip but she hoped no more than ten percent. Terry pushed Brandy down on her back as she leaned down and kissed the tip and gave it a lick saying Mm yummy and then she perky slid it in her mouth as she stroked the base with her fingertips. I said we are not going to be able to have our little fun time and she would not be able to tease dad. “Why do you, you know?” He followed me pretty quickly. “Eventually, it was time to go to bed for real. Spending the day with cum drying on allure her breasts? She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said, “Let me.” Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the adorable tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. Then I moved to her and fondled both of her great tits as I kissed her lips. "I'm worried, Lynn. Then I saw that Freya’s stomach was jerking to a constant rhythm. In our room, Rebecca gives me a big smile and shimmies out of her clothes. Yeong occasionally spent the night in Brandon’s room but to her best guess they weren’t yet sleeping together. It was also fun to have them on the sidelines at the games cheering, and even better if you could lure one into amateur your bed, but come on, really? Later in the day I had an idea and got everybody's attention. I drew back my fist, my chain-sickle held in the other hand, the chain wrapped about my waist, connected to the sickle. I could feel three, four, five huge shots of hot cum flood her insides. I thought it was so hot. “Poor you. It's not a bad thing to threesome fall in love with me, me Tammy too, wanted to experience that as well, and I was all for it. The Greek nodded in agreement. I know it’s a cliché to say this, but grief sucks. “Damn it, James!” she suddenly cried, “ If you don't do something, I'm going to go crazy! {Report understood, continue to replicate and monitor the corporeal body.}