#emma!starter

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Connection: Stranger, her ex, her former boss, friend, boyfriend, etc. Muses: Aria [likely non/dub con], Alyssa Moretti, Ella North, Thea, Emma [Deaf/ASL], Kat, Melody, Lila [mute/ASL], Nicasia [dubcon], Remy [possibly non/dub con], Riley [dubcon]

Teeth clinched her lower lip as she stood in a row of other girls. They were all similarly dressed with a collar around their necks, chain leash hooked to it. Ankles were cuffed and locked to hooks in the ground to keep them from running or moving. It forced their legs open slightly for inspection by the men who were coming in to make selections. The girls were designated as breeders. She felt her breath hitch when the first couple guys entered. They were allowed to examine the girls, inspect them thoroughly, if desired. The room was kept cool which hardened her nipples through the thin material of the dress. The garment hugged her slender curves, and she was forbidden from wearing a bra or panties which meant the cool breeze of the room brushed over her bare pussy, too. She should hate being on display like this, but part of her was a little aroused, too. Eyes drew down when one stopped in front of her, nearly holding her breath as she waited. The girl couldn’t help but gasp as her hair was tugged, top of her dress tugged down to bare her breasts to everyone in the room. A voice, the one who ran the breeding farm spoke, “Do you like this one, Sir?”

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Plot: You were my boyfriend & I slept with your best friend one night when we all got drunk. Now I’m pregnant... Muse options: Alyssa or Ella Moretti, Aurora, Thea, Effie, Emma [she is Deaf so words would be signed/typed], Remy

The girl paced slightly, barely able to breath. Things had been tense. She and her boyfriend - or ex - really, they hadn’t quite figured that out, yet, either way, they weren’t on good terms. The three had gone out to cheer up his friend after a break up. After many, many drinks, there was some confusion, she’d crawled into her boyfriend’s bed, not realizing his friend was in it instead of him. One thing led to another, and it wasn’t until morning that they both realized the huge mistake. Even now, she couldn’t quite remember the incident itself. Now, weeks later, she was freaking out. She’d been with them both in the span of 2 days, and the 7 tests she took were positive. It took some doing, but she got her boyfriend - ex - whatever - to come over. “I’m pregnant,” she blurted it out. That wasn’t her initial plan. No, she was going to ease into it. “And I don’t know if its yours,” that was a given, but somehow, she had to say it aloud as tears welled up in her eyes. “I know you’re mad at me, hate me, but... I didn’t mean for all this to happen. You’re the one I want, not him. I messed up, but - can’t we figure this out?”

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Based off this with a dark-ish twist. Open to males. Note: Emma is Deaf. She knows ASL or she can use pad/pen/phone to ‘speak’ but doesn’t talk unless she’s very comfortable & not pressured to do so.

Emma’s step father, Scott, had her locked up for years. He’d raised her, essentially, to be a good little pet, and she was, generally. It’s all she knew. Deep down, she did want to leave, to not endure anymore of his abuse. She’d managed to escape. For nearly three years, she was free. Sure, it was confusing and complicated and difficult, but she had help. There was a network, an underground railroad, so to speak, to help abuse victims, and they were amazing, helpful. She had to change her last name during that time, but she didn’t care. Still, just as she relaxed, stopped looking over her shoulder, he found her. Scott couldn’t let his perfect toy get away. Locked up in the basement, he allowed her some things to keep her from going crazy, mostly, a couple books, some markers and pens. At first, she doodled on herself, little flowers, hearts, anything happy in an effort to not get lost in the gloom of it... but then something weird happened. Something she did not draw showed up on her arm. An appointment or something? Brows furrowed. She pulled the pen out, writing on her arm, 'Can you see this?’ It was probably stupid. She was merely going insane. Head lifted, hoping her step father wouldn’t be returning soon. Taking a chance, ‘Help me. Please! Trapped.’ She waited several minutes, wanting to ensure the other would have time to see it before grabbing an old piece of cloth, wetting it, and doing her best to clean it off.

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Muse options: Alyssa, Ella North, Thea North, Emma [Deaf - ASL or typed into her phone], Kat [but she’d admit this turned her on], Remy, Lila [mute, ASL or typed into phone] Connection: boyfriend, for Ella/Thea/Emma - someone who purchase them, open to other ideas

A little shiver ran down her spine as he stood. There’d been a familiar hunger in his gaze, teeth catching her lower lip. The dress she wore was short, and he’d spent the better part of the evening teasing her under the table throughout their dinner at the private restaurant. First, with firm, thick fingers, never enough to let her climax, only enough to leave her dripping, aching for him. And now a toy. He pushed the garment up nearly to her hips under the table cloth, leaning in to lock the toy in place, a short but thick vibrator buried inside her, while an attached piece rested against her throbbing clit. He turned the toy on, and she gasped, hips rolling forward at the sudden sensation. A few heads turned a little, her head lifting to look up as his large hands slid into the sides of the dress, pulling the material to the center, exposing her breasts. “Please, Sir,” she whispered, blushing softly, though, in reality, this was turning her on more than she could admit, “C-Can’t we go - go home,” wriggling a little in her seat, biting her lip, “or back t-to the car,” she quietly pleaded.

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Muses: Mia Rath or Ella North, Emma works too (but she’s Deaf so she’d have signed not spoken) Plot ideas: her boyfriend (could be manipulation or him as her Dominant), foster brother/father - maybe he convinced her he could adopt her into his family - or his family took her in even though she was over 18 and now she lives with him. Open to various options. We can plot or just see what happens.

Biting her lower lip, she didn’t move when he first beckoned her closer. It wasn’t really purposeful disobedience as much as it was her mind wandering elsewhere. His firm grip to the front of her fitted outfit caught her attention, him easily pulling her to him. Her small, perky breasts nearly spilled out from the very low cut top of the dress, the frills of the skirt tickling her thighs, “S-Sorry, did you say something?” she stammered, voice a little breathy as his hand slid up under her little skirt. “I was good, I promise,” she insisted, thighs opening for him as she assumed he wanted to inspect her. That’s what he called it, and she was naive enough to believe nearly anything he said. “I shaved there like you said. And nobody touches but you. Only you’re allowed, right, Daddy/Sir?” She gasped as his fingers came into contact with her bare slit, wetness already forming between her legs, drawing a soft, pink hue to her cheeks.

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Notes - Emma is Deaf (and the item is real just FYI, made for D/deaf people}.

Emma: Master, you know the timer you got me for the kitchen? The one that flashes and vibrates so I know when to go check.

Emma: I think it's broken.

Emma: I might've not realized how much time passed and there was a fire here. Nobody got hurt, but the kitchen did.

Emma: I'd fallen asleep with the timer next to me. And then there were firemen here, waking me up. And things are kind of a mess.

Emma: I'm so sorry! I feel so badly, and I know I'm in big trouble, but I wanted to tell you before you got home and saw it.

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Possible muses: Emma (she's Deaf), Ella North, Mia (non con unless he's her Dominant) Connections/ideas: Dominant, stranger, Dominant's friend. (If a stranger or his friend, they could be just taking what they want or it could've been set up by her Master. He could even be watching nearby or something)

The library was quiet that day, something she preferred. It gave her a chance to meander aimlessly with a few books in her arm, looking through the different shelves. It was all so sudden, her lost in her own world. Her tiny frame was pinned up against the wall causing wide eyes to lift to the source. There was no chance to let a single sound escaped before a large hand covered her mouth, effectively muffling the sharp gasp. The subsequent whimper was swallowed up as his hand lifted her little skirt, burying under it, stroking her pussy. Her panties were gone so quickly. She'd heard the rip of the fabric which made her shiver, not sure where the scrap had landed, maybe the floor, his pocket, she wasn't sure. Cheeks flamed red, her little body wriggling to try to pull away, but she could hardly move with his larger, stronger frame keeping her pinned in place.