Each slave took their whipping stoically though and even though their backs were running with blood by the time the man stopped barely a sound came from the slaves lips. Funnily enough it was the sight of the naked female slave being whipped that got her juices flowing the most. She was a beauty with firm perk breasts and not an ounce of fat on her. Despite her being a Negro and a slave Tracey could appreciate how attractive she was. Unlike the men before her she did make a noise when the lash of the whip hit her. Loud piercing screams came from her and she twisted and strained against her bonds making Tracey feel shemale as though she herself could feel the whip. Once again the man used all his effort to whip her, making no allowance for her sex and Tracey could sense the excitement in the air from the watching crew members who were also enjoying the sight of the naked girl being Tranny whipped. Tracey didn't count how many lashes the girl received but by the time the man finished she was hanging limply against the frame, unable to support herself any longer, She was cut down and carried back below deck with the men and the crew dispersed, the days entertainment evidently over. Tracey must of looked as flushed as she felt as Emily looked at her and giggled, “My, my Tracey, you do look as though you would enjoyed that.” She could only blush and hope Emily did not continue. “Maybe I should arrange to have you whipped tomorrow, I'm sure the crew would enjoy seeing a white stockings 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 much pain blowjob the slaves had suffered and she didn't want to! “We'll see, it might do you good, put you in your place.” Emily giggled again. Once again Tracey thought silence was the best option but the thought of being whipped naked in front of the whole crew filled her with dread. Mercifully it didn't happen and the next two days of the voyage passed without any real incident although Tracey was still sleeping on the floor beside Emily's bed and still carrying out her duties dressed in just her skimpy shift which was looking more than a little grubby by now. With one day to go before they reached America Tracey knew she had to go down below decks to count the slaves, she still didn't know if they ass had lost any overboard during the storm. She explained this to Emily who rather grudgingly gave her permission for Tracey to visit the slaves quarters although she did set a time limit on the task. So with land almost in sight Tracey descended into the bowls of the ship. When they saw the taillights of her car leaving their small peninsula, Evan asked, “What the hell is my move now?” They stayed silent and Evan looked over at them in desperation. Of course, in another way, he was kind of right, I bitterly thought as a vision of Nicole popped up in my head. I don’t think that it will fit in my hole.” “ Well I see all my little slave girls are very horny this morning.” They all looked at him with big smiles and blushing. The study group really helped. “No no” she said to herself as she noticed his size and girth for a young blowjob man like him. Shruti took my arm and dragged me to the bed. I just daydreamed all the time. I gripped her and filled her with hot jizz. She moved behind the counter of jewelry. “I’m going to use this on you, drawing you to the brink of orgasm, then I will take it away until you’ve calmed. A warmth took over me as she spews out more cum deep inside my ass. Its friction against its warm, moist walls sent me into ecstasy! I reached up to grab the top of her panties to pull them off, and then shemale realizing these weren’t her panties. "Nope! "Oh god, what are you doing?" I assumed that they stockings meant my tiny tits. Liked being shown that she lusted for me. It made her burn so hot. She licked Tranny her ass lips. The sensation was incredible.