Chris grabbed the chains that were holding the two female slaves together as well as the one thick chain holding the black male. Theresa noticed that he had been paired with some tattered rags as shorts and a part of her was disappointed that she couldn't see his member.

"Okay, let's get back up on that hill," Alana said.

"You couldn't just do this negotiation without me and come back?" Theresa complained as she looked up at the hill, a small fire in the center.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," Alana laughed as she skipped forward.

Theresa shook her head and laughed along while following her. Chris just sighed and pulled on the two chains, pulling the slaves along with him. The three black slaves looked at one another, worried and unsure of what was happening.

The walk back uphill was more tiring than the first time, yet Alana seemed just as full of energy as before. She rushed up to the top towards the large flames emitting from the center. Clark had built quite the impressive fire pit.

Theresa saw Alana lean in and say something to Clark. Clark shook his head and pointed back to the ship. Alana raised her arms and Theresa knew that they were having some sort of argument.

"Whelp, there they go again," Chris commented.

"What do you mean?"

"They're arguing about who goes where."

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"You really don't know? Alana probably wants to stay near that fire pit over there while Clark and I get kicked out somewhere to the woods," Chris replied.

"Kicked to the woods? But you're supposed to watch over us," Theresa said.

"Yeah, but you know, we need our time to uh... sample some goods. We get the best of the batch and no one has to know. And Alana has this big nigger here to watch over her," Chris said.

"Wait, you mean you're going to have tha-"

"Chris, it looks like we are out again," Clark said as he paced towards them, interrupting Theresa.

"No surprise there," Chris grunted.

Alana rushed by towards Theresa, a huge smile on her face. She grabbed the chains of the black male slave and tugged on Theresa's arm.

"Come, it's time for us to warm up by the fire," Alana said.

"So, the usual? You'll bring that nigger down to us?" Clark asked.

"I will. You two will be down there in the woods over there?"

"We'll have a small fire going in the woods around that area," Clark said, sounding disgruntled.

Theresa watched as Chris and Clark headed back down the hill towards some woods with the two female slaves. She froze up as she realized that it was just her and Alana along with the large, muscular black slave that was chained by his ankles and wrists.

"Alana, what are we doing?" Theresa asked, her voice hushed.

"You're about to have the most memorable night of your life," Alana replied with a devious smile.

The black slave looked at the two women, debating on whether or not he should run. He didn't know how many white people were currently surrounding him. Running could very well be his death, per some of the others he had spoken with while locked up on the strange water vessel he had been on.

Alana grinned and circled the black slave. Her hands gently caressed his bulging muscles, occasionally trying to pinch them. The slave stood silently, unsure of how else to react.

"What... what are you doing?" Theresa questioned/

"Don't tell me you weren't amazed by seeing their big black cocks," Alana replied as she slowly slipped her hands down the slave's hips.

He flinched as her hands made their way down the makeshift trousers he was given to wear. Theresa gasped as she watched Alana move her hands lewdly down between his legs.

"Oh my... You're not..." Theresa whispered.

"Oh wow... Samuel did well, this one is very much to my liking," Alana laughed.

Her hands popped back up and she pulled down his make shift trousers. Theresa's eyes widened and she gasped as she saw the monstrous member swinging between his legs. Her eyes were fixated on it as it swung free.

"Mercy! That looks unreal!" Theresa exclaimed.

She wondered if the shadows from the dancing flames were playing tricks on her. It seemed inhuman, easily double the length and girth of her husband's own manhood. She stared, stunned and speechless at the sight.