Slave Ship
Some wanted to put a big bold brand on the girl 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."
Tracey was shocked, she had seen Emily naked when she'd help bathe her but Emily had never seen her totally naked and despite the shift offering the bare minimum of modesty at least it did that.
"Are you sure Emily?" she whined weakly.
"Of course I am you silly girl, not get that rag off or I'll call a crewman in to do it for you."
Tracey knew she was beaten and as slowly as she could she grabbed the hem of the shift and pulled it up over her body and her head until she took it off completely and threw it onto her old bed.
She stood completely naked three feet in front of Emily looking at the ground dying of acute embarrassment.
"Not bad Tracey, not bad at all," Emily giggled appreciatively as she looked her up and down, " I'd get a pretty penny for you if I put you on the block I'm sure."
To Tracey's shame Emily reached out with her right hand and cupped her right breast in her hand squeezing it as if she were judging it's weight.
"Yes these would fetch me a large amount on their own, I'd be a fool not to sell you." she laughed .
"Please don’t Emily." was all she could think of to say.
"Oh shut up, " Emily snarled, at the same time pinching Tracey's nipple hard making her yelp in pain, "it's not up to you anyway, it's entirely up to me isn't it?"
In fear of receiving another pinch Tracey whimpered,
"Yes of course Emily, I'm sorry for questioning you."
This seemed to please her and she let go of Tracey's breast and sat down on her bed studying the naked Tracey in front of her.
"You are a pretty girl though, I know many a fine gentleman, and some not so fine, who would love to own you, use you for their pleasure." she laughed.
Tracey shuddered at the thought but she wasn't entirely sure if it was in fear or excitement!
She kept her head lowered unable to look Emily in the eyes as she studied her naked body.
"Right you can stay like that for the rest of the day while we get your shift washed, one of the cabin boys should be here soon to collect it." Emily said casually.
The thought of being seen naked by a cabin boy was shocking to Tracey and she begged Emily to be able to wear one of her dresses, at least till her shift was clean.
"Certainly not, I'm not letting a girl like you wear one of my fine dresses, " she snapped, " and besides the boy won't mind seeing you as you are."
Tracey wasn't worried about whether the boy minded seeing her naked, but she cared about him seeing her!She was about to say so when there was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply in walked a young boy. If Tracey had seen him in the street back home she would of considered him a street urchin.
The boys eyes flew wide open when he saw the naked Tracey standing there and she squealed in embarrassment at his intrusion into the cabin making the boy and Emily laugh.
Without taking his eyes off of Tracey he collected the shift and promised to have it washed and returned soon.
"Oh no hurry, she can stay as she is until you return." Emily giggled.
"As you wish Miss, is she going to be for sale ashore?" the boy grinned.
"I think so, why do you want to buy her?" Emily smiled.
"I'd like to Miss but I don't have any money." the boy said ruefully.
"Well if you can borrow some do, I'm sure she will sell cheaply." Emily laughed.
With a promise to see what he could do and with a final glance at Tracey he left the cabin, much to Tracey's relief. The talk of selling her and the fact that she was standing there naked and humiliated and weirdly turned her on but the overwhelming sensation was embarrassment.
She said as much to Emily who brushed her complaints aside as if they were of no significance at all, as if being seen naked by a young boy was nothing important.
The next hour or so was spent still naked brushing Emily's hair and doing menial tasks around the cabin, her embarrassment did not abate at her constant nudity but Emily seemed unconcerned. The cabin boy returned after a while and again with lustful eyes on Tracey he had informed Emily that there had been a mishap. Apparently her shift, newly washed, had been pegged to one of the many ropes on deck to be dried by the wind but the wind had proved to be too strong and had ripped the garment free for it never to be seen again.
Tracey was horrified but Emily laughed as if it were highly amusing,
"What are we to do then, leave her as she is?" she asked the boy.
"Well that is your choice Miss, we have a supply of shifts for girls such as her or as you say leave her like she is." the boy replied making it fairly obvious which option he preferred.
"Emily, I can''t stay like this." she whined knowing full well that what she wanted would of no bearing on Emily's final decision.
"I don't see why not, " Emily snapped but then to Tracey's relief she said to the boy, " but you better go and get us one of the slave shifts."
The boy left with his usual last look at the naked Tracey and he returned ten minutes later with the familiar white shift.
Putting it on while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even thinner and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own shift. The material was also coarser and was very itchy already, but these considerations faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely.
She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in similar garb to the fancy girls it had been different enough to notice, her previous shift had been made of fine silk for example and she was now wearing rough cotton. Anyone outside the cabin wouldn't see her dressed similarly to a fancy girl, she was dressed as a fancy girl!
As if providence had spoken there was a sudden knock on the door and a rough crewman entered and looking directly at Tracey said,
"The smithy is waiting for her, we will be ashore soon enough and he wants to get her done before then."
Emily looked slightly confused but Tracey knew exactly what the man meant, he was there to take her to have shackles fitted!
Emily seemed to catch on fast, especially at the word smithy and she suddenly squealed with delight,
"Of course, we mustn't keep the man waiting must we Tracey?"
leaping up from the bed where she'd been sitting and taking Tracey's hand and leading her out of the cabin behind the crewman.
Tracey was startled, firstly she could see land, and secondly on where she was being pulled to. She didn't want to have iron shackles fitted to her delicate white ankles, they looked horrid and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as usual she was paying no attention to her.
Of course she was dressed as a fancy girl now and everybody they passed if they didn't already assumed she was one. They entered a small funny wooden shack affair that compared to the rest of the ship was boiling hot.
A red glow coming from a carefully contained fire in one corner, in the centre of the room stood an anvil, a smallish man wearing only trousers looked at them and said rather unnecessarily,
"Is this the wench?"
In reply Tracey made a desperate lunge for the door but she was quickly scooped up by the crewman who had brought them there. The cabin boy had also come along for the entertainment and Tracey could only wail once more at Emily.
"Oh do be quiet, your only embarrassing yourself Tracey." she snapped and then turned to the blacksmith, " this is her, do whatever you have to do."
Tracey squealed as she was pushed roughly to the floor and her leg lifted up so that her ankle was resting on the cold iron of an anvil. Apart from the fear of what was happening she was only too aware of the view she was giving them now, the boy having positioned himself to get the best view.
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 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 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 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.
In fact her only hope she decided was that somehow her father would find out about Emily's actions and arrange her rescue. He was half way around the world though and in his sick bed the last time she saw him, what chance did she have of him thwarting Emilys plan.
"As you wish." she replied to Emily who seemed slightly surprised but pleased by her answer and within the hour Tracey found herself once again sitting the with four girls.
Once again the girls seemed friendly enough and seemed to accept her explaining that her mistress had finished with her now they were so close to shore and Tracey was to resume her rightful place back with the other girls and in a way that story was true!
This time Tracey was more depressed though, the time she'd sat with time before she could pretend to be one of them but also get up any time she liked and go back to Emily and her normal life, this time was different, she had no normal life to go back too.
She sat quietly and listened to the girls inane chatter, they seemed to have accepted their fate but Tracey knew her father would not want her to end up like this, a barely covered, shackled, slave.
She had seen land the last time she was on deck and sure enough within a couple of hours a man appeared and told them to get up and ready to leave. The other girls were excited at leaving the ship after the long voyage but Tracey was full of trepidation and worry. Would Emily have a change of heart and save her, she doubted it.
After an agonisingly long wait the girls were brought onto the deck, the bright sunlight hurting her eyes. She could see that the ship was now moored along side a dock heaving with activity. She also saw that the male slaves were being taken ashore first, then the female slaves and then the fancy girls, there was no sign of Emily.
As she walked down the steep gang plank, difficult in shackles, she trembled with fear, the white fancy girls were drawing a lot of attention from the men and women on the shore. The sight of a so scantily dressed white woman was obviously something to behold.
Tracey noticed that the slaves once again had their loin clothes on, the woman were still bare breasted, at least the fancy girls were spared that shame.
They all had to stand on the dockside while a man walked up and down counting them and for the first time she saw Emily, who had apparently assumed Tracey's position and was talking to the man counting them as if they were her slaves.
For a second she thought of stepping forward and informing the man of her rightful position but she realised how silly that would look, she didn't know the man and he didn't know her, he had no reason to believe that Emily wasn't who she said she was and why would he believe or even listen to a shackled slave girl dressed like Tracey. So she stood quietly with the other girls still being jeered and looked at by what seemed like the towns entire population.
A couple of laughing boys were even going down the line of girls lifting their shifts up to reveal their charms to the watching crowd, they reached Tracey and did it to her and she nearly died of embarrassment. If this had been at home and slaves were being treated the same was she would of laughed with the onlookers but now that she was on the receiving end of such treatment it wasn't so funny!
Finally after what seemed like an age Emily and the counting man seemed satisfied and the whole group of them was marched off to their new quarters, a large store house on the edges of the dock. Once again the male slaves seemed to get the worst treatment, all of them crammed into a small space, the women a larger space and the fancy girls even larger.
There was straw on the floor of the stall they had been put into and Tracey suddenly saw that opposite them in another stall were some cattle. This wasn't a store house it was a barn!
The slaves were just another type of animal to be kept in there.
It was a horrible night, she slept fitfully if at all, as well as the sound of the other slaves around her the cows were making their own noises.
The next day wasn't any better either, at first light they were all herded outside into a small courtyard where they were fairly well crammed in. They were all stripped totally naked and then unseen people on the low roof, unseen before, threw ice cold buckets of water over them.
The water really was shockingly cold but despite the squeals she didn't really mind, the sun was beating down on them and this was the first time she'd had water over her body since leaving England.
Of course the fact that she was naked outdoors was positively scandalous, although she was one of many and the courtyard was enclosed she was still naked outside and even worse in full view of men. Of course she was also with naked men but as blacks they didn't count.
She'd never been so pleased to get her scanty shift back on. It proved to be short lived though because an hour later she was standing naked in the courtyard again, this time only the five fancy girls there and assorted men folk who appeared to be judging the girls physical appearance.
She really felt like a prized animal being sized up for it's value on the block, upwards of six men examined them with their hands as well as their eyes. Breasts were squeezed, bottoms slapped and thighs pinched. The men were all in good spirits and laughing and joking amongst themselves and why shouldn't they be in good spirits, they were inspecting five naked white girls!
To Tracey's surprise the other girls seemed to take it in their stride, as if this was an expected part of a fancy girls life but to Tracey it was excruciatingly embarrassing, she had no intimate experience with men and now they had got very intimate with her, very intimate indeed!
As far as she could tell the inspection had been an assessment of their worth, something she would of expected to happen if she'd been the one selling the girls, as merchandise however it had been a different experience!
The rest of the day was dominated by one piece of news that had been sent on a fast clipper ship that had let England three days after their own ship but arrived only twelve hours later. Her father had succumbed to his illness and died shortly after she'd left.
Emily had found her and delivered the news personally in an abrupt and uncaring way and had appeared surprised when Tracey had burst into tears. Not only was the loss of her father hard to bear but also lost was any vestige of the hope that she still carried in her heart, who would save her now.
From Emily's demeanour she certainly wasn't going to save her, she had made her mind up about Tracey's fate some time ago and wasn't about to change it, she even made a comment that she might inherit whatever money Tracey's father left as Tracey herself certainly wouldn't be able to.
She spent the rest of the day sobbing inconsolably curled up against the wall of the barn, the other girls concerned but unable to help.
The next two days passed in a blur, she was fed and watered but other than that she was left alone. She was aware that various people, men and women passed through the barn as if looking for suitable stock to buy. The women in their fine dresses crinkling up their noses against the smell of the barn.
They had been inside the barn for three days when they had another visit to the courtyard and more cold water thrown over them. Once back inside they got dressed and rumours spread that today was auction day, the day they were to be sold.
Tracey had long given up hope that Emily would appear and release her, telling her it had been a joke all along, and so she joined the coffle of slaves as they were led out and loaded into carts, apparently the auction block was some way away.
Dressed in her normal shift she had to suffer the jeers and laughter of the local towns children and townsfolk as the carts made their slow way to their destination.
Tracey had never seen America before and this was not how she thought she would first see it. For the first time the other four fancy girls seemed as nervous as she was as the auction site grew near.
At one stage they passed a small family and the young boy with them yelled out with venom,
"Burn the witches!"
she hoped that he'd gotten his public haranguing skills spectacularly wrong!
After half an hour in the cart they seemed to reach the centre of town where a small stage like structure had been erected and the sizeable crowd of onlookers had gathered. Still fearful all the slaves were taken off the carts and the auction began.
The male slaves were sold first, some singularly and some in small groups and once again they were all naked. Despite her own current predicament she was still excited to see the naked men so lewdly displayed to the cheering crowd.
She quickly realised that although she guessed there was almost two hundred people there, in reality there was only three or four people actually buying slaves, the rest had come to gawk and enjoy the sight of public nudity!
Who could blame them, black bodies or not the sight of so many penises was enough to make a girl swoon.
Tracey had never seen a slave auction before, she knew where she was sending her slaves she exported and traded in but she'd never imagined being here like this.
Soon enough all the men had been sold and it was the black women slaves turn on the block. They too were stripped naked and this time it was the men's turn to get excited at the sight of naked flesh and the cheers and bawdy comments came thick and fast.
Again though it was only a select few who were actually bidding as the women were displayed so blatantly. There were a few tears from them but the crowd didn't care, they just wanted their pound of flesh and they were getting it!
The sense of fear and foreboding was rising amongst the fancy girls, they knew their turn was coming up on stage, would they be stripped naked too, surely they wouldn't do that to white women?
Soon enough it was their time to find out as the last of the black women were sold and Tracey and the others were ushered up the steps to the stage. Being in the full glare of the crowd was bad but what followed was even worse as a big stern looking man approached each girl in turn and tore their shifts from them. The material was thin and flimsy and ripped away easily and all of a sudden Tracey found herself standing on the stage completely naked.
The crowd went wild and it was all she could do but run away off the stage but that would have been stupid as she would be running into the people who were baying for her. This kind of public display of nude white women would have been unthinkable back home and it was bad enough that she was there at all but to be as naked as the day she was born was even worse.
She barely comprehended what the auctioneer was saying as he described each girls exposed charms, he was speaking so quickly and in a different accent to what she was used to. He spoke even quicker as the bids started coming in for the girls and she could only stand there in naked shame as the crowd reached fever pitch.
In truth it was all over before she knew it, herself and the other girls were taken off the stage quickly, she had no idea how much she had been sold for or to whom but she was certain she had been sold.
Still naked all five girls were loaded back onto their cart and driven back the way they had come, it appeared that although they had new masters they would be stored awaiting collection for the time being.
Over the next two days the five of them were whittled down to just two and it seemed very quiet and even eerie in the big barn, now empty apart from the two of them and a few cows.
The two days seemed to drag, with only their meals and the daily buckets of cold water thrown over them to ease the boredom. The other girl had also been sold but like Tracey had no idea who to and for what purpose or final destination.
Then it happened she was laying on a straw bale when two men came in and she was pulled roughly to her feet while it was confirmed that she was the correct girl and she was led outside and loaded into a cart, which was never an easy thing to do in shackles.
She realised the time had come for her new owner to claim her and she sat fearfully in the back of the cart, her knees drawn up tightly to her chin. She looked out at the familiar buildings they passed as the cart made its way back into the middle of the town. This time there were no jeering crowds,just people going about their daily business, an almost naked girl in the back of a cart nothing to be concerned about.
Finally they stopped outside a big house that Tracey didn't recognise but with help she alighted from the cart and made her way inside, fearful of what awaited her. To her surprise though the woman of the house seemed quite pleasant and even kind as she greeted Tracey with a warm smile.
"Welcome girl, let's get you upstairs and bathed and into a nice dress, the customers wouldn't like you as you are." she laughed gaily.
As she was led upstairs she heard from behind her the woman talking to one of the men who had brought her here,
"Arrange for those awful shackles to be removed as well, quickly as you can."
Tracey was glad to hear that, they really were a hindrance and hurt dreadfully, what had the woman meant by "customers" though?
She was led into a well furnished room, even quite fancy, in the middle of which stood a tin bath full of steamy water, she was going to enjoy this, shackles or not!
Hoping for some privacy but not surprised when the man who had led her to the room stayed and watched as Tracey removed her shift and naked stood in the bath. It was funny how the thought of being so wanton in front of a man would of seemed so shocking not that long ago but now she thought nothing of it.
She was embarrassed however when the woman returned and unabashedly looked her nude body up and down.
"Yes a fine purchase, you will make a great addition to our little gang, welcome to the best whore house in town my girl." the woman smiled and it suddenly became very clear what she had meant by "customers" earlier.
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