Ebony Slut Gets Stalked And Likes It

She was led over to a low rail and roughly bent forward over it so that her bottom was presented lewdly high in the air. “She makes a good target for you sir.” she heard someone laugh from behind her and she clenched wondering how much she was showing and how badly this was going to hurt. The answer was not long in coming as the iron was pulled from the fire and although Tracey couldn't see it cutie she knew it must be glowing red. “You are sure gentlemen? There will be no escape for her once she is marked.” she heard the blacksmith ask. “most of the town has seen her naked now,” she heard the appraiser laugh, “what respectable woman would allow that to happen, mark her as a slave.” Then without further warning Tracey's world exploded into a sea of pain as the red hot iron was pressed against her right cheek. She was sure it was held there for minutes but it must of only been seconds but she knew the effect would be permanent. The pain hardly abated when the iron was removed and she felt something cold and doggystyle wet applied to her bottom. “I never get tired of seeing that, however many times I see it and I've seen it a lot, a posh white woman reduced to a slave in a second.” she was dimly aware of someone laughing behind her and fresh tears coursed through her. “Right string her up till I hear back from her mistress, see what she wants me to do with her.” Almost in a daze the pain was still clouding her mind Tracey was only dimly aware of being dragged out into the open again and a rope attached to her wrists which was then thrown over a large branch of a tree and she was hauled to her feet. They didn't stop there though, they kept on pulling her higher and higher until she was standing on tip toes and then even higher until she was a foot off the ground and swinging gently. Despite the pain of the burn she now had a new pain to contend with, her wrists were supporting her whole weight and hurt dreadfully, could this day get any worse! “Ladies and gentleman, as you can see she has been branded now and is therefore officially a slave, “the appraiser shouted out to anyone who cared to listen,” now although she is someone else's property I'm led to believe that she is willing to sell her at a reasonable price so please feel free to examine the merchandise at your leisure and place any bids you may wish to make, I'm sure they will all be carefully considered however low.” She would like to say that the townsfolk treated her with dignity and respect but alas they treated her as a piece of livestock up for sale, inspecting and prodding and poking her to their hearts content as they laughed and joked. Men women and children all had their fun and she could see several men seemingly placing their bis with the appraiser, this included several men who had tired to court her and of course the ubiquitous Mr Johnson who had enjoyed inspecting her thoroughly. She had no idea how long she hung there but she was aware of the sun going down and a lighted lamp being placed beside her so the inspections could carry on. She was aware that although the pain of the brand had subsided somewhat the pain in her wrists had increased! Her shame knew no bounds, nearly all the town and enjoyed seeing her naked body so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her humiliation in a casually amused fashion as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many more white girls had been treated like that before her. Finally the appraiser approached her, “I have received word from your mistress girl,” he growled, “apparently there has been some mistake and you were a free woman after all.” Tracey's heart soared, was she to be set free? “It's regrettable however that word came too late and you are marked as a slave now and so a slave you are. Your mistress has shown her lack of interest in you so I am free therefore to accept any bids for you that I choose to accept. I will leave you here on display for a further day and then consider the bids I have received.” Fresh tears welled up in Tracey's eyes, how could Emily abandon her so, her only hope now was to be sold to a amateur orgasm nice man but from the way the men had looked at her and then submitted their bids she knew this was unlikely! All she could do was swing gently in the breeze and await her fate. Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl it had to be said, and like so many girls struggling to make a living by herself she had decided to try her luck in the exciting land of America. In truth her early life in the new land had been hard work as well and she had even endured a short spell working in a saloon ,which was not much more than a whore house, as a saloon girl. Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what cumshot her daughter was doing. It was not Tracey's preferred type of work but in reality it paid the bills and gave her a little extra in her purse every week so she gritted her teeth and did her best to make the saloon owner happy with her work. Most of the men she also had to keep happy were pleased with her and why shouldn't they be, she was a very pretty blonde blessed with generous sized breasts and of course her English accent used to drive them wild with lust. Unfortunately most of them were drunk and smelly and not the type of man she would normally spend any time with, even a saloon girl had standards. Every now and again though a man of finer stature would seek her company, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John Chambers. Charlie figured it was because her ass was full of Billy’s cock. “Tonight’s my last time up here until I know that you’ve done your husbandly duty.” My large tits swayed as I let the MILF feast. How many men cutie have you fucked?” My thoughts prickled. Claire's virgin ass hole was so warm and tight. I stalked past the professor as she let out a groan of disappointment. Olive could only sit there amazed by the sight she beheld as her lover and her mother were joined together, it was so erotic she fingered her pussy furiously as doggystyle she basked in the sounds of their lovemaking. Everyone started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers Her green eyes locked on me. The fog in her mind continued spreading amateur just like her legs as she bent over a little more, hoping he would go further. His wet fingers orgasm soon prodding against her tight hole, pushing gradually inside her. Nobody else?” With both of us giving Ashley pleasure, she just moaned loudly, saying “Oh God” over and over. Scared by this man and his eyes and the way he made her feel and she was scared by the prospect of death and the implication of being found out in this place of weird and terrifying people and yet despite that she leaned in. Her head woollen and thick and again that feeling of a drunkenness that she knew was a lie overcoming her and making her inhibitions leave her. I too stood up and went after her. "I'm not going to just hop in bed with him. But you can’t hold that against me when that’s your own choice.” I cumshot argued back. I slowly pushed my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. She was getting hornier the more cock she got. The priest is a gifted speaker and everything he says sounds very reasonable. I’m wet, you know. She sucked the man into her mouth, her red lipstick bright against his cock, and started to move her head back and forward while working the base of his cock with her other hand.