Stroll through the market

Sounds of whips, screams, and crying women fill your ears as you wander out through the market. You take a stop by an auction, and see one of the runaway slaves being put up for re-auction. She was holding back tears as her dignity and freedom were being taken away from her.

"Take off her shirt!" Shouts one of the potential buyers. "Let's see how 'well built' this n*gger is!"

The auctioneer made a motion, and two men walked up onto the stage and pulled down her shirt. She cried out and quickly covered her dark, supple, breasts with her hands. That got her a loud slap from one of the men. He hit her again before forcing her hands down beside her sides. You could see him giving her a warning before the two of them walked off.

The auction began, you could hear the different rich white men shouting out high prices. It seemed you were going to make a good commission off of this one.

The laws on the books made a clear distinction between the different classes of slaves. Pressure from "rights" activists had **** them to create classes. Class 1 n*iggers were workers only, and could not be **** or sexually violated. Class 2 n*iggers were runaways that got caught. You could do anything you wanted to them, and thus they sold for a higher price.

The woman screamed and fought against her restraints as she was being written off to the highest bidder. He came to collect her with two men. She tried to fight them, but was met with hard whips. A couple of lashes to her bare breasts shut her up.

She glances in your direction and you can see the tears in her eyes. She probably remembers that you were the one who caught her. She also might have been a bit angry that you tied her up and left her to be fucked by your men. You smile at her and wave, taking delight in her misery. Runaway n*ggers deserved to be ****, whipped, and resold. It was the way of things.