WorkTop WorkOut Pt 2

Without another word an iron bracelet was attached to her ankle and and a hot pin was pushed through the joint fixing it firmly in place, “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 excitement in her eye. “Easy enough, just flatten the head of the pin down so it can never be pulled out, she will be in irons the rest of her life 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. “Won't that affect her value?” Emily asked. “Maybe a few pennies,” the man shrugged, “ nothing too bad, a lot of men like their girls in irons.” Again everyone looked at Emily and she eventually said firmly, “Don'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 other leg up and into position on the anvil. She was just relieved that she wasn't condemned to a lifetime in irons, 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 obscene position, lots she guessed. Almost without her realising the other bracelet was fitted and her legs fall back to the floor and she attempted to cover herself as best she could while the others talked MILF above her. “Shall I mark her?” the smith asked and Emily looked at him in surprise. “A brand you mean?” she asked. “Yes, on her backside to show she's your property, have you an owner's mark for her?” he asked. Not for the first time Tracey looked at Emily with baited breath, she seemed Big Tits to be taking her time considering her answer. “No, I don't have a mark, and besides I intend to sell her and I'm sure her new owner would not appreciate my mark being on her, leave her as she is.” Tracey could of kissed her! It seemed that sound business sense had saved her from the branding iron. 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 Fingering this cabin is too small for the two of us after all, and bearing in mind your confirmed new 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 on the floor in the cabin anyway, and being in such a confined space 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 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. But could you Big Tits do me a favor and not mention this to Dad?" I put my clothes on and stuff the note in my pocket. She groaned into my twat, teasing me. Her tongue caressed my labia, sending the waves of bliss washing through my body. John was having two different sensations on two different legs. The light in her room was still on. I thrust up into Emily's mouth. With a dagger she cuts the rope off me. After a few slices it falls away, it’s magic spent. “I understand why you made Janika wait, and Yewubdar” she said, her lip trembling. 'I forgive you, I know you're just a lost little girl'. The guys generally kept clear of me when I had a tray full of drinks but were forward about getting their feels in when I headed back Fingering to the bar with their empties. “This is so cool!” she hollered. I took a deep breath. Theirs is an innate magic that is quite different from ours. As soon as it reached her butt hole, I pressed my thumb onto it, and slipped my thumb MILF up her ass. There are no female Leprechauns!” Being raped by Candy? ‘Pauline, it’s time to get on your knees so Washington can fuck you properly. “ Only you can,” Arbitrus grinned again, “as Passion well-knew. They’d been in his room only 40 minutes. They were inches away from his bulge. "Your name? I would guess that we probably only drank about 100 bottles in total. What a sexy piece of ass she was; clad in dark blue suit with sheer nude pantyhose and black heels. It was full of statues of various shapes and designs, each one bonded to my soul.