A bit more fuel to the fire...

"Keep going," the cameraman mouthed, giving Bria a thumbs up when she caught his eye.

Bria put on a brave smile, ignoring the man holding her breasts as she said to Ty, "Darlin' it'll be almost as good as that plantation fantasy I always tell you about."

It was Ty's turn to blink, though he rolled with her improvisation well, smiling with an edge to it as he said, "The one where you have all the black women whipped so the men can't have sex?" He turned to the angry look of the man beside her. "Then she loves to imagine herself flaunting herself in front of those slaves, turning them on horribly."

Bria nodded, feigning eagerness. The signal from the cameraman had eased some of her doubts, though it still felt odd to be acting like this. Something seemed so odd about all this, but whenever she tried to think about it something else would drive it from her mind.

Right then it was the black man's hands crushing her breasts as his lips curled into a snarl.

"Then the white folk go away to a party, but Bria here's left alone to meet one of her lover's while her daddy's out. All the black men sneak into the house to get ****..." he chuckled. "Damn, it gets me hard thinking about what happens next."

Bria's smile faltered under the harsh grip on her breasts.

"I'm gonna teach you..." was all the black man who'd purchased her could say through his fury.