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 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! They seemed to accept her explanation though but them to Tracey's horror the seaman returned to collect the empty plates and the girl who had asked the question spoke up, “I'm sure they will get you in irons quick enough now that we are almost there, isn't that so John.” Apparently they were on first name terms with their captors and he grunted confusedly, “Our friend here needs some shackles fitted.” the girl said explaining as if she was talking to a backward child. “Oh I will inform the smith.” he grunted and left. Tracey was alarmed, this was going too far again, her companions thought she was one of them and she could soon be shackled and she doubted if Emily would stop it, once she was shackled them she may as well be a slave! What was she to do. She certainly thought it was time to leave her current companions and so she rather shakily stood up and as she did so one of the girls flipped up the back of her shift revealing her unblemished bottom to them all. “Your not even marked.” the girl squeaked in surprise. Tracey knew what she was referring to, as per her own orders each slave was marked on her behind with a number. It was etched onto the girls right buttock with a burning stick, the heat and the charred wood leaving a distinct mark. It wasn't permanent but it lasted a month, Tracey knew that permanently marking a girl was a matter of choice among slave owners. Some wanted to put a big bold brand on the girl indian marking her as hos property while others did not want to disfigure her skin preferring an unblemished bottom. To prove the point each of the four girls quickly got onto all fours and flicked their own shifts up revealing their own numbered behinds and a whole lot more. Leaving the sight of four upturned bottoms Tracey quickly left and made her way back up above deck, luckily no one questioned her on the way. Once back in the relative safety of Emily's cabin she was met with a scowl from Emily asking her where she'd been. Still flustered by the sights she'd seen and the danger she'd put herself in she couldn't think of an adequate answer answer so she just mumbled an apology. “Well get that shift off, we're not too far from shore and as it's the only thing you have to wear it should be washed.” Meredith wrapped her fingers into Eva's hair and pulled back her head, watching as she slipped into orgasm. She started to suck, and lick, and stroke with her hands. The temperature remained warm and pleasant, a good day to go for a hike. He said that he didn’t care (good luck to them were his actual words) and he put the light off and we went to sleep. "Yea." I like people who are confident, but I guess he was… too confident?” She sighed again. This finally freed up her squished hands. He slowly approached Mindy, who instinctively took a step indian or two back before his strong hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Sujata turned back and looked at her” Don’t tell me you don’t want to get fucked by Dad after I made all arrangements” She asked her. It was two in the morning. Jack moaned as he slowly plunged his cock into his sister. I then said what? When writing my thesis, I knew going in the major problem with it. Based on your bio our members would be very keen to have you.” “That Daddy loves all his daughters.” I swallowed, my thighs squeezing around Mommy's hand.