Tracey had no idea what infringement of the ships laws the slaves had made but she found the whole event quite erotic. The whole ships crew were present as well as Emily and Tracey and of course the male slaves naked bodies excited Tracey again. This time it was bright day light and she had a better view of the enormous penises, a sight that never failed to quicken her blood. Each male was a fine specimen and seeing them writhe against their bonds 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 oral he could. Each slave took their whipping stoically though and even though their backs were running with blood by the time the pussy man stopped barely blowjob 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 as though she herself could feel the whip. Once again the man used all his effort to whip her, making no Brunette 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 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 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 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 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. It was her first time down there and apart from the dark and goom the first thing that hit her was the overpowering smell. The sanitary conditions down there were next to none and she hated to think what her dainty feet were stepping in as she gingerly began her head count. The slaves were all laying down in as much space as they could which wasn't very much as they were crammed together and they looked at her with suspicion and confusion, to them she looked like one of the white Blowjobs fancy girls dressed as she was. Once again she was treated to the sight of completely naked men only this time she was in their world 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 count several times. We dropped everyone off and got them to Brunette work with the ship. Going into the toilet I saw 3 other girls squatting down peeing. In a way, it was a good feeling. Her head shifted on my shoulder. I let my Blowjobs tongue roam freely for the time being as my blowjob fingers remained on Rose's lips. Thank you.” I whispered to her again, “Just squeeze and rub it gently, my love.” She did, and I can tell you, it felt good. “Well, I admit that watching you cum made me hard; but oral this is just too weird with my sister. I need a few hours rest first.” "Well, I gotta be honest with ya sweetheart. I knew what my place was, from now pussy on, I was just another unworthy faggot in my Prince's exclusive harem. I ask, Amanatia blushing at the compliment.