They're Going To A Market

Nina took an almost **** step forward. A moment later she was approaching the man in the back with the battle prod. As she approached, the heavily freckled redhead fell behind a step. When the driver plunged the prod into her ass, Nina almost jumped too out of shock. Shock being the operative word, really.

"What..." Nina's voice was too quiet. She coughed loudly and then tried again. "What exactly is going on here?"

"What does it looks is going on?" The man laughed. He had a thick north Florida accent. "Us fellas got ourselves a pack today. We're right about to mozy on down to the **** Market. See their posteriors are worth on the auction block!"

"Auction block!?" Nina's mouth fell open.

"That's right." The man was suddenly looking her up and down. It made her feel like a piece of meat. "Say, I bet you're pretty tight. What do you say you strip down and join 'em? I bet we could fetch a real good price for you."