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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 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 Big Tits 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 Blowjobs 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 pornstars 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 Big Dick 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 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. Finally she managed it and noted that they had lost five men, an acceptable number she thought to herself and with a final look she walked on to the women’s area which was separate from the men’s.The women had more space than the men but only slightly and they were all naked like the men and once again Tracey was struck by their casual attitude to their own nudity, nobody tried to cover up etc. They were two women down which again was acceptable and so finally she went on to see the fancy girls. They were all there and they were not naked, all four wearing their shifts and they had the most space of all, indeed Tracey thought to herself that they probably had more space than she herself did! Again she was looked at warily and with confused looks and one of the girls asked her to sit with them and talk a while. Now Tracey would not normally do such a thing, after all despite being white these girls were slaves but the thought of hurrying back to Emily was not an attractive one and so she let herself slide down the side of the ship until she was sitting like the rest of them leaning her back against the wooden side. Surprisingly enough she quite enjoyed their conversation, the girls all knew what was going to happen to them once they got ashore but the very fact that they were getting ashore pleased them, the voyage being long and dull for them. Apparently the male slaves were allowed free reign to use the females as they wished Hardcore Sex but the fancy girls were not to be touched by anybody and their days were filled with talking and brushing each others hair and such trivial matters, rather like her days Tracey thought to herself. During her time sitting with them a dirty plate of food was brought into them. To Tracey's surprise there was a plate for her which she took when it was handed to her by a surly seaman. The food was almost inedible but she asked the other girls why five plates had been provided when there were only four of them normally there. “Oh there's meant to be five of us apparently and they are to stupid to count us and they've always brought five plates in every time.” a girl laughed. “Yes we don't mind if they think there's five of us, more food for us, “ another girl chipped in, “so we don't tell them there's only four of us, we just play along and pretend there’s five.” “They actually got it right today.” another girl laughed and Tracey joined in the girlish giggling knowing that she was in a potentially dangerous position sitting here with the other girls dressed as she was but she felt the old familiar tingle between her legs and made no effort to get up. After another ten minutes during which time they tried to digest whatever food it was they'd been given one of the girls asked, “How come your not wearing leg irons?” For the first time Tracey saw that all the other girls wore heavy looking shackles, a three foot length of iron attached to two ankle bracelets riveted securely shut, she doubted they could ever be removed riveted as they were. All four girls were looking at her awaiting her answer and she was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, she couldn't admit that she was a free woman, their mistresses no less , how would she explain that sitting there with them and wearing what they were, and so she said the only thing she could think of, “I've been helping serve one of the ladies on board, shackles would of hindered my duties too much.” As soon as she said it she regretted it, she had basically admitted that she was one of them! 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