He grabbed Aingeal, hauling her back as something streaked out of the woods, a blurring dart arching down from above. Zanyia yowled and hissed. The world spun around me. “Kora!” Sven bellowed as he hit the ground. I tumbled out of his pouch, rolling across the needle-strewn earth of a forest. Kora gurgled nearby, white foam wreathing her mouth as her body thrashed. What was going on? To be continued... Tracey looked at the list again and smiled as she ticked off the last girl to board the ship. She was pleased with herself, it japan was a lovely sunny day down at the docks and at the grand old age of twenty five she was the only female slave trader in the town, probably the county. Of course it didn't hurt the fact that her father owned the biggest slave dealership in the area and she had been bought up in the ways of slave trading from an early age. Her fathers name also commanded respect around here, some of that respect rubbing off onto her. She was sure she wouldn't of got asian to where she was today with her fathers name behind her. Slave trading was a mans job she often heard and some of the dealers and sea captains barely kept their contempt in rein when they found out they were dealing with a mere woman. Of course it also helped that she was an extremely attractive woman who wore her tight dresses very low cut, so low cut that her extremely expansive cleavage looked as though it would spill free from her dress at any minute but alas never did. That displayed cleavage though was often enough to placate the men she was dealing with. As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive breasts, although it Hairy was eighteen forty five, surely a women should be able to flourish on her own merit. She knew only too well though that women as a whole were prized only for their looks and beauty and generally considered as men’s chattel. Of course she was helping that feeling bizzare through her trade. Although the bulk of the slaves she sold were destined for America japanese and the majority were black males to be used for their labour she also provided females for housemaids etc. Again they were nearly all black women of little concern to Tracey but usually in each shipment of slaves there were usually some white women being transported as well. 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 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 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. As the man backed away, another man approached carrying what I assumed was to be a fucking machine. I had to sit down. Morgan moved her hips Hairy more. “This is wrong,” he said. Now I was feeling alive. But my body was preparing for japanese an invasion. bizzare “Why can’t you come today?” "Fuck!" she shouted. “See how relaxed she is,” purred Mom. I gave her a hug as we japan asian took our place in line.