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Again they were nearly all black women of little concern to Tracey but usually in amateur 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 indian 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 homemade 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 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 pussy 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 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 webcam reign in his excesses next time. Eventually an hour after they were due to they set sail and left Bristol behind them. 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