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These were called Fancy Girls and Tracey knew they were highly prized in America. Technically they were supposed to be of mixed race or at least have some negro blood in them, however diluted. In reality she knew that most of the white women she shipped to America were just that, white women. Most of them were common prostitutes that her men found in the local pubs and managed to coerce into shaved boarding the ship. By the time the girls had sobered up they had been stripped and ankle chains fitted to their ankles and by then it was too late, they were small tits destined for a new life as a slave. Occasionally a white woman of better breeding would find herself aboard and would protest loudly that she shouldn't be there but the captain of the ship was quite happy to provide the crew with entertainment by flogging the protests from her. If that didn't work she would be given to the black bucks for a night or two and she would emerge a cowed woman ready for her new life, There were rumours that a titled lady, a Lady Chambers, had been drinking and eating with a male companion in a pub one night and had been rounded up by Tracey’s men by mistake. Despite her protests she was soon naked and chained in the hold of the ship and never heard from again. No doubt her Ladyship spent the rest of her life pleasing her new Master on his plantation in America. The woman’s husband apparently showed no real interest in his wife’s disappearance and remarried six months later. To be honest Tracey found the story very horny, the idea that a lady of nobility and good upbringing could so easily be reduced to a naked quivering slave girl overnight made her pussy tingle. Although she'd never told anyone, for obvious reasons, the whole idea of being sold into slavery was incredibly exciting to her and always had been. The blacks of course were born for slavery and she hardly gave them a second thought, but the fact that a white woman could be traded as a slave got her juices flowing every time. There was no market for such goods in England of course but she knew all too well that the Americans had an insatiable appetite for white female flesh and she was happy to supply that appetite. So for every shipment of slaves she supplied there were four or five white girls included in the manifest. She would supply more if she could but any more than four or five girls disappearing every few months would catch the laws attention. So far they had not been bothered by her trade and seemed to accept the number of white girls she took as acceptable but she didn't want to push their tolerance. The captain of the ship was a rough fellow called Captain Johnson and Tracey didn't much care for him and she thought he asian didn't care much for her either. Usually though her dealings with him were kept to a minimum but on this particular day things were different. Normally once the slaves were aboard the ship and counted Tracey would depart ashore but on this day her father was ill in bed and by default she had to endure the passage to America and back again. She wasn't look forward to it, the few times she'd been afloat on a ship she had been seasick and confined to her quarters for each trip. Another reason was that Captain Johnson was in the habit of taking his daughter Emily on the trips to America with him. Tracey did not like Emily, she was eighteen and a spoilt brat. Admittedly she was an attractive girl but her manners and attitude to Tracey were appalling. The thought of being cooped up for so long with Emily filled Tracey with dread. Apart from anything else it was considered bad luck to do the voyage with one female passenger on board let alone two and she knew the crew were looking at her with fear and contempt. Her father really was ill though and she had no choice but to do the trip to ensure that the inventory got where it was supposed to be going and there were no discrepancies or problems. So on this bright morning she found herself standing on the deck counting off the one hundred male slaves, twenty five females and four fancy girls. She knew that the conditions below deck for the slaves would be horrible and she fully expected to lose a number of slaves during the trip but she hoped no more than ten percent. The fancy girls would be kept separately in barely better conditions and she hoped she didn't lose one of them. She only had four on this shipment and that was one or two less than normal and losing any and having even less to sell would not go down well with the auctions the girls were destined for. She had procured five fancy girls, the ships manifest showed that they had five on board, but one of her men had unfortunately used one of the girls blowjob a little too harshly and she wouldn’t be making the trip, indeed she'd never be making any trips! The men who she employed to round up the fancy girls were not paid well but she did allow them full use of the girls prior to the ship setting sail. Sometimes this perk of the job was used to freely and girls were lost. As a result she had fined the man a weeks wages, not a large amount of money but hopefully it would serve to reign ass fucking in his excesses next time. Eventually an hour after they were due to nice ass they set sail and left Bristol behind them. She had feared this might happen as she found herself having to share a small cabin with the loathsome Emily. The ship was not built with separate quarters for females in mind and although their cabin was comfortable enough it was cramped enough with the two women inside. Tracey had hoped that during the ten day crossing and bearing in mind their close proximity to each other that the two of them would bond. Melody and Clint had worked out their little rough patch while Tim and I had become lovers. At about 7pm I had had enough of study and I had skipped the evening meal at the mess so I decided to have a shower and then go over to the club and have something eat and a beer or two and then come back to it. Quickly I tore off whatever ruined clothes I had left. “Give ass fucking it to me, John! Maria groans and throws down another item of clothing. To lose part of one's self to protect a whole culture. My futa-sister had a glassy gleam in her green eyes and a line small tits of drool running down her chin. Her head was lifted on her neck as far as it could reach. "Well maybe that was my intention" she says with a wink. “Yeah, but asian only because ‘fuck buddy’ is an outdated term.” “I know,” she groaned. She said she was so excited and wet from teasing her brother, that she had to masturbate. He looked down and saw his cum and Samone’s blood from her hymen being broken. Alex stared at her face and watched her come apart as her body gave in and surrendered itself to him. I began to think about how it was one of the men who helped me, one of the men who had been brushing their cock up against my ass. I would flood my daughter's fertile pussy. As soon as I was able I got up, helped Kate get to her feet and dragged her into the sea. “You're not that pregnant, young lady.” BCP. “You got it.” The Medic said as Klaus turned and began walking back towards the front, motioning for them to follow. I’m not going to eat you. She struggled to get free, kicking at her assailant. I kept my back to everyone as I did so then held my towel in front of me as we waited for a couple of showers to become free. “Is that Viagra?” "Then we're no worse off now than we were then." One final thrust and he unloaded inside her, pumping her full. Through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, I felt nice ass how strong Daddy was. Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. She hopped over to the front of the boat in her sexy little tie-dyed, hemp bikini she had bought at one of the local stores. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just fine. Will be good shaved breeder.” Bordu, the Rodian, got on a hot streak, winning several nice pots in a blowjob row. I told her that I didn’t snoop, but then admitted that I didn’t know how to check the history. Let me show you,” and she hugged me, putting her arms my neck and her head on my shoulder. By this time, my penis was getting sore from me rubbing it through my pants, and about thirty minutes had passed by. I am not crazy about his picture, normally guys who have partying pictures in grindr is either because they party all the time or because they want to project the image of being cool and social but they are normally shy. She pulled in air through her nose just as his final stream blasted into her throat. I feel my cock beginning to tent out my dress pants.