Signal the slave to bring Grace Nicole Foster out for auction
From Create Your Own Story
You signal to the slave, and she brings a naked, subdued Grace to the platform. Befitting a slave, Grace bows submissively and prostrates herself in front of the viewing audience. Her skin is spotlessly clean; the slaves did a good job fixing her up for the auction. She is naked so that her buyers can fully see the merchandises in all its glory without any fetishised clothing. All she really wears is makeup, the immaculate makeup looking almost out of place on her otherwise naked body.
"Let me introduce Grace Nicole Foster, heiress to the Clifford Foster family’s legacy," you say quietly.
Katsumi and Ashanti Yvel kept their stoic faces, but Abu Hassan is grinning from ear to ear. All of them know who the Foster family is, you see. Privileged names always sell for high price on the slave market.
“Noble blood?” Katsumi asks coldly.
“The noblest blood an American family can produce,” you respond with the uttermost grace.
“A bit too old.” As her words flow out of her lips a cold, terrifying sensation runs down your spine. You hope that you haven’t offended her, if you have… then your days are numbered.
“Has she been used?!” the Sheikh asks, his voice loud and commanding.
“Yes I’m afraid that all her holes have already been used.” Admitting that will definitely lower her price, but denying it would be the death of you if they find out you’ve been lying to them.
“Hmm! Typical infidels sluts!” the Sheikh says with fiery contempt.
“Whites…” Ashanti replies but with a chilling touch.
“Americans…” Katsumi adds without any emotions in her voice.
You smile, hatred and arousal is a good combination when selling a slave. You might catch up some of the money lost from her already being used in all her holes. "Bidding will now begin on slave Grace Nicole Foster," you say with a bow.
The bidding is fast and furious, with offers rising almost faster than you can keep track. It's clear that all three bidders view the possession of Grace as a feather in their cap. When the dust has settled...
