#lila!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?”

[mistakenxidentityx]

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.