Miss Bess took her time appraising the three young slavegirls that she had just agreed to purchase from the two drug addicts who had abducted them. Not too bad, she thought; the older sister was a bit plain, but she had those beautiful round tits that the customers would go crazy over. The cheerleader, just turned 19, would be the big money-maker. Innocent looks. Lush body.
Yeah, and make her wear that cute cheerleader outfit – that would provide her users with an extra bit of kink.
“You said that there were a mother and three daughters,” miss Bess snapped at the addict who nervously stood beside her. “So where is the mother? You told my assistant that she was a good-looker for her age.”
“Uh, she’s still all tied up in the trunk of the car outside. We didn’t know if you’d be interested in her, also….”
“Of course I want her too! get her!” An older woman wouldn’t bring in as much profit – but miss Bess had some other ideas on how to utilize the mother, but just for the pleasure of her torment as she was forced to watch her daughters sold off or whored…

Miss Bess enjoyed the pitiful pleas and screams of the mother as she was forced to watch her oldest daughter being dragged away by the young black man who had bought her for 500 dollars. Bess’s boyfriend laughed hard, thoroughly savoring the thought of the girl’s fate.
“Your girl is going to be screaming much louder than you are. That’s Artie, one of our steady customers. he’s got some very strange ideas about how to enjoy sex. Take a last look at your daughter – ol’ Artie might look like a geek, but he likes his sex a lot rougher than most men, if you get my meaning. He’s always having to come back here to buy another girl, because his don’t tend to last too long.
“But maybe your daughter will be the one who finally manages to give him what he’s looking for… Ha! Ha! Ha!”