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 fetish 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 BDSM permanently marking a girl was a matter of choice among slave owners. 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 asian 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 pussy 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 japanese 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. Luckily for her, her breasts gave her a nice soft pair of pussy cushions to land on. “It was so hot,” Iesha said, a big grin on her face. I'm so glad she's going to be a concubine.” She put her asian hands on my shoulders and watched me screw her. “You're just hungry for it.” Those digits plunging into her asshole, digging into her bowels, teasing her. I got to her door and was about to knock when I hear the japanese recognizable sounds of Kelsey moaning. “Now only that, you’re going to classes dressed like this.” Just want to be prepared, you know?” At this point I felt like I was dissociating from the conversation for a moment there because I was starting to notice a small camel toe forming in her tights and underwear - I kept glancing down and around at the weeds to not cause suspicion. Since this craziness started, I'd hardly thought of Marissa. My dear, your chariot awaits, he bowed and swayed his arm pointing his hand towards his car. Grabbing her by her one arm and hair. She squeaked when he slipped his middle BDSM finger into her asshole. I grunted in surprise, feeling her plunge yet another inch deeper into my virgin anal territory. We eventually broke from the kiss and I went back to working on his cock. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheek, and they only served to elevate her exoticness. “Cock” Said Lavinia, now clearly drunk. It was such a wondrous delight, the silky glide of her tits sliding up my cock and engulfing the sensitive tip before sliding down. Momo doesn’t know how to explain it, but it’s like Momo hears words when they reply.” "Yes what?" He used his right hand to unhook the clip fetish of my sandals and removed them completely.