A single buyer

Fortunately for them, the light was playing tricks and what appeared at first to be a group of figures turned out to be one stocky middle-aged black man, dressed in a working man's collared shirt and trousers. He looked suspiciously at the camera, then at the handsome young man, and finally at the red-faced blonde beauty. "What you think you doin', girl?" he admonished her. "You gonna get yourself killed talking like that around here!"

"I'm sorry," Bria whimpered, tears in her eyes as she wondered what had compelled her to say such an awful thing as she offered him a weak smile.

"She's a dumb southern belle who needs a proper lesson in respect," Ty explained as he wrapped an arm around her delicate shoulders.

"I'm from Georgia myself, when I was a boy," the man added. "That language just ain't right. It comes from a real ugly racism. Ain't got no place in the mouth of a teenager these days."

"Well, she comes from a long line of racists, KKK and all the rest," Ty added as Bria hid her eyes in shame behind her hair. "But she's worth saving sir, because behind those words, she really wants to be used by black men, and have all that hate fucked out of her and, god willing, replaced by a black baby of her own. Isn't that right, Brie?"

Bria was horrified by the very notion, but then remembered her directions to go along with what Ty said. 'Hey, this is all acting!' the teen beauty queen told herself. 'I'm just acting like a girl who's hiding her obsession with big black cock behind a veil of racist indignation. I can play that role!' And so she tucked her blonde hair behind her ears and gave the old man a more self-confident smile. "Yes, sir, I'm away from my parents for the first time and it's about time I got some nigger cock in me." It felt sublimely naughty to speak to the man that way, and his expression was priceless.

Ty saw it too and jumped on the opportunity. "Three hundred dollars for a night with my fiancee," he told him.

"A hundred," was the counter-offer.

"Hey, a hundred bucks a hole is a bargain," Ty reasoned, causing Bria to frown slightly to hear her body haggled over on a demeaning 'by-hole' basis, but she tried to keep her chin up and her smile on.

"One-fifty, and I get to decide how many men she gets, and in what holes," the black man countered. "Complete white slavery."

"As long as they're all blacks," Ty smirked. "That's what I want to see. And we get to watch, and my cameraman here gets to record it all." Then Ty pushed Bria forward toward the buyer before taking hold of the top of her dress and pulling it down to expose her large, natural breasts for inspection. "Now you tell me this isn't worth two hundred bucks."

Bria found herself with a new owner as he gripped her young tits in his meaty, leathery hands. "You gonna look good covered in cum, you little cracker slut," he told her, before nodding his agreement to Ty. Bria glanced over at the camera, blue eyes wide, wondering when he was going to call "cut!" and end the horrible scene...