Adriana

"Come in" you call out and the door opens slowly allowing Adriana step into the room and close the door behind her. She is still wearing the fine gown that she had on while you ate, but she has removed her sandals and stands before you in bare feet. Her face looks flushed, and she is clutching the sides of her dress nervously. As she pulls the fabric down her breasts are clearly molded by the soft material and you can see the outline of her nipples through the cloth. She stands in the entryway of the apartment not saying anything.

“Can I help you?” You ask. Her hair is the same wavy chestnut brown of her mother, but her eyes are not the mother's blue green but more of a grey. They are set wide above a small nose and full red lips. You don’t remember her lips being that shade and wondered if she had put on lipstick.

“You told my mother that she and I would be sold as slaves.” She states.

“Yes” You reply, “that fate has been written and sealed.”

“Will I be sold naked? In front of men?” You wonder if this woman had ever seen a **** auction, or if she thought her treatment would be different somehow.

“Yes, you are to be sold naked. There will be hundreds of men there; some looking to buy, others just looking. However, you won’t be alone, many of your friends and relatives will be standing with you as you are examined and bid upon.”

“Then I guess I had better get used to being examined by men” She replies as she shyly lifts her dress higher up her legs until you can just see the tuft of darkness between her pale thighs.

You watch with growing arousal as she strips until she stands just an arm's reach away, wearing only a thin wrap that covers her hips and upper thighs. Before you can say anything, the pretty brunette pulls this last bit of cover off her legs and steps out of the pile of clothing standing naked before you. Her body is close to perfect. Her breasts are the size of oranges, and they stand firmly with almost no sag, her nipples erect little pebbles that cover the tips of her mounds. Her arms were smooth, and you could see the soft curve of muscles on her biceps. Her waist is thin, and her belly had a slight curve to it as it ran down to meet the mound of her sex, hidden between her soft white thighs.

“Is this how I will be displayed? Or will I be in chains?” she asks standing with her arms half covering her body. The light from the setting sun casts a golden glow on her skin. The curve of one of her breasts peeks from behind her graceful arm and her other hand shyly hides her loins from your eyes.

Picking one of her father's sets of **** chains from the cabinet by the bed you approach her slowly. She smells like spring flowers and her body quivers when you touch her.

“Slaves captured in war are traditionally sold in chains." You tell her as you fasten her wrists in manacles and wrap the chain around her waist pinning her hands to her sides. "It serves as a reminder of their status.” No longer could her hands conceal her treasures from you and your fingers itched to sample her delights.

“I see." She pauses as your eyes roam freely over her body. "And will I be sold as an untouched virgin?” She asks nervously staring at her bare toes.