She strips

Araceli slowly pulled the white tank top over her head and her shorts down her silky smooth hips. More and more of her light brown Latina skin became visible as she unhooked her bra and slid her blue panties down her legs. She solemnly tossed her clothes in a pile next to the clipboard that held her passport and signature.

She stood still as the man moved around her petite body. She felt her black curly hair brushed back from her neck as a thick metal collar slowly wrapped around it. She shuddered feeling the finality of her decision and the ending of her freedom. Thick metal manacles were next locked around her slender wrists behind her back and ankles with a short 2’ hobble chain connecting them.

He slowly circled her examining her nude Latina body. “It’s not every day we have a volunteer.” He said his hands moving to cup her rather hefty breasts. Standing behind her she could feel the stiffness in his pants pressing on her nude backside. “Volunteers receive no special treatment aboard. Your journey will begin and end as a worthless galley ****…” His voice whispering into her ears.

Araceli shifted her weight back and into his pants as she uttered a soft moan. She craved this, the ****, the enslavement, the lack of mercy. Every moment he touched and controlled her dampened and enflamed the growing need between her thighs.

One hand left her breast and slid up the back of her neck to grip her curly black hair and then bend her forcibly forward until she found her knees banging into the hard wooded floor of the deck. Her face was turned toward the bound slaves as Trent positioned himself behind her.

She felt his cock slip between her legs and spank her hot, wet mound. “Initiation time galley meat…”