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Then without further warning Tracey's world exploded into a sea of pain as the red hot iron was pressed against her right cheek. She was sure it was held there for minutes but it must of only been seconds but she knew the effect would be permanent. The pain hardly abated when the iron was removed and she felt something cold and wet applied to her bottom. “I never get tired of seeing that, however many times I see it and I've seen it a lot, a posh white woman reduced to a slave in a second.” she was dimly aware of someone laughing behind her and fresh tears coursed through her. “Right string her up till I fuck hear back from her mistress, see big what she wants me to do with her.” Almost in a daze the pain was still clouding her mind Tracey was only dimly aware of being dragged out into the open again and a rope attached to her wrists which was then thrown over a large branch of a tree and she was hauled to her feet. They didn't stop there though, they kept on pulling her higher and higher until she was standing on tip toes and then even higher until she was a foot off the ground and swinging gently. Despite the pain of the burn she now had a new pain to contend with, her wrists were supporting her whole weight and hurt dreadfully, could this day get any worse! “Ladies and gentleman, as you can see she has been branded now and is therefore officially a slave, “the appraiser shouted out to anyone who cared to listen,” now although she is someone else's property I'm led to believe that she is willing to sell her at a reasonable price so please feel free to examine the merchandise at your leisure and place any bids you may wish to make, I'm sure they will all be carefully considered however low.” She would like to say that the townsfolk treated her with dignity and respect but alas they treated her as pussy a piece of livestock up for sale, inspecting and prodding and poking her to their hearts content as they laughed and joked. Men women and children all had their fun and she could see several men seemingly placing their bis with the appraiser, this included several men who had tired to court her and of course the ubiquitous Mr Johnson who had enjoyed inspecting her thoroughly. She had no idea how long she hung there but she was aware of the sun going down and a lighted lamp being placed beside her so the inspections could carry on. She was aware that although the pain of the brand had subsided somewhat the pain in her wrists had increased! Her shame knew no bounds, nearly all the town and enjoyed seeing her naked body so lewdly displayed and nearly all treated her humiliation in a casually amused fashion as if it were of no consequence and she wondered how many more white girls had been treated like that before her. Finally the appraiser approached her, “I have received word from your mistress girl,” he growled, “apparently there has been some mistake and you were a free woman after all.” Tracey's heart soared, was she to be set free? “It's regrettable however that word came too late and you are marked as a slave now and so a slave you are. Your mistress has shown her lack of interest in you so I am free therefore to accept any bids for you that I choose to accept. I will leave you here on display for a further day and then consider the bids I have received.” Fresh tears welled up in Tracey's eyes, how could Emily abandon her so, her only hope now was to be sold to a nice man but from the way the men had looked at her and then submitted their bids she knew this was unlikely! All she could do was swing gently in the breeze and await her fate. Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl it had to be said, and like so many girls struggling to make a living by herself she had decided to try her luck in the exciting land of America. In truth her early life in the new land had been hard work as well and she had even endured a short spell working in a saloon ,which was not much more than a whore house, as amateur a saloon girl. Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what her daughter was doing. It was not Tracey's preferred type of work but in reality it paid the bills and gave her a little extra in her purse cum every week so she gritted her teeth and did her best to make the saloon owner happy with her work. Most of the men she also had to keep happy were pleased with her and why shouldn't they be, she was a very pretty blonde blessed with generous sized breasts and of course her English accent used to drive them wild with lust. Unfortunately most of them were drunk and smelly and not the type of man she would normally spend any time with, even a saloon girl had standards. Every now and again though a man of finer stature would seek her company, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John Chambers. He was not really to her taste, he had a cruel streak in his manners and his face but she was hardly in a position to reject his advances and he soon became a regular visitor to her room in the saloon. He did have one redeeming factor, he was wealthy and did not mind spending some of his wealth on Tracey and she soon had a fine selection of the fanciest dresses and shoes, something which made the other girls jealous but she was hardly friendly with them anyway, common saloon girls were beneath her she thought to herself, forgetting the fact that she herself was a saloon girl. Mr Chambers frequent visits soon paid off in other ways, despite the fact that he was twenty years her senior and her current occupation he proposed to her one fine April morning and they were married in the June. Perversely he insisted that she carry on working in the saloon right up until the day before the wedding but once the ring was on her finger she moved herself into his fine mansion and waved goodbye to the saloon forever. She would like to say that the next two years were blissful but they were not. Yes she was living a life of luxury compared to previously but it soon became clear that her husband was an oafish boar who didn't love her at all, instead he wanted his own personal whore on hand for his perverted lusts without having to leave the house. Married life very soon became very strained and apart from in the bedroom, where she had no choice, she kept her distance from her husband as much as possible, something he was happy with as well. For the next amateur ten minutes they went at it with great intensity. I'd never had a rimjob, but I read about this deviant delight in those naughty stories I found on the internet. She happily agreed and as I turned around to get more oil she sat up and rolled over. "Why not?" Then he sucked!! I’ve changed my mind I should go. Eventually she said yes, and got in my truck with me as we headed to the auto parts store. And I ended up having sex with him too. He furniture was elegant, hand-carved, made of expensive materials not used in modern times. “Brian. Aaron woke sometime later. "Not now Beth, we need to go shopping first. I saw a tall, thin and well dressed woman of about forty stand and walk toward us. Her whimpers turned back into moans, and her hips were trying to consume me. She was getting very close. Her pussy rippled around my dick. Sandy quickly crawled between her legs and ran her tongue from her ass to her clit. But when my tongue teased, she jumped at the shock, her pubis bashed into to me as she thrust up. So do that and work with all those boys. Binu had to go for his cricket. But they were way out of his league. I say, “He can eat me anytime, but I think I know a cum way we can give fuck each other fun without his cock getting anywhere big near my pussy. “I caught him masturbating over pictures of you on your 16th birthday” smirked Jono, standing to the side looking left out as his father had his fun, “that was a month ago, that’s when we hatched this plot, with a few rules” I couldn't stop them. “If one more original Pillar falls, even if someone were to take pussy their place immediately, then this world would crumble, and return to your world.