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They entered a small funny wooden shack affair that compared to the rest of the ship was boiling hot. A red glow coming from a carefully contained fire in one corner, in the centre of the room stood an anvil, a smallish man wearing only trousers looked at them and said rather unnecessarily, “Is this the wench?” In reply Tracey made a desperate lunge for the door hentai but bigtits she was quickly scooped up by the crewman who had brought them there. The cabin boy had also come along for the entertainment and Tracey could only wail once more at Emily. “Oh do be quiet, your only embarrassing yourself Tracey.” she snapped and then turned to the blacksmith, “ this is her, do whatever you have to do.” Tracey squealed as she was pushed roughly to the floor and her leg lifted up so that her ankle was resting on the cold iron of an anvil. Apart from the fear of what was happening she was only too aware of the view she was giving them now, the boy having positioned himself to get the best view. Without another word an iron bracelet was attached to her ankle and and a hot pin was pushed through the joint fixing it firmly in place, “Shall I close it permanently? “ he asked looking up at Emily, as did Tracey. “Oh how do you do that?” said Emily with anime a glint of excitement in her eye. “Easy enough, just flatten the head of the pin down so it can never be pulled out, she will be in irons the rest of her life then.” the man laughed. Tracey shivered in fear, it was bad enough that she was having them fitted at all but to think that they might be on forever would be unbearable. “Won't that affect her value?” Emily asked. “Maybe a few pennies,” the man shrugged, “ nothing too bad, a lot of men like their girls in irons.” Again everyone looked at Emily and she eventually said firmly, “Don't do it for now, but maybe later.” The man shrugged as if it were no importance and he reached down and lifted Tracey's other leg up and into position on the anvil. She was just relieved that she wasn't condemned to a lifetime in irons, at least yet. Her shift was now up around her waist and she knew all her charms were being so lewdly displayed to the excited men, she wondered how many other girls they had seen in this obscene position, lots she guessed. Almost without her realising the other bracelet was fitted and her legs fall back to the floor and she attempted to cover herself as best she could while the Tranny others talked above her. “Shall I mark her?” the smith asked and Emily looked at him in surprise. “A brand you mean?” she asked. “Yes, on her backside to show she's your property, have you an owner's mark for her?” he asked. Not for the first time Tracey looked at Emily with baited breath, she seemed to be taking her time considering her answer. “No, I don't have a mark, and besides I intend to sell her and I'm sure her new owner would not appreciate my mark being on her, leave her as she is.” Tracey could of kissed her! It seemed that sound business sense had saved her from the branding iron. She was pulled to shemale her feet and felt the full weight of her new shackles, the bracelets attached to a length of heavy chain that would take some getting used too. The rough iron was already chaffing her delicate skin. 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