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[KainLucifer™]

Kain took his seat at the auction, pulling Lillian behind him shortly on her leash. Sitting her down in front of him slave position at his feet. Waiting patiently as other masters, mistresses and pets of all sorts situate themselves. All awaiting upon the presentation of the slaves that are to be sold today. While waiting Kain strokes Lillian's bright red hair, lightly dragging his nails along her scalp praising her good behavior. "A friend of mine told me they should have some good ones here, hopefully he wasn't mistaken Lillian. I promised you a playmate, Daddy doesn't break his promises" Kain spoke soft and warmly to Lillian before he scratched her chin lightly keeping an eye on the stage and auctioneer.

 

[DaddysBitch]

RE: Daddy's Demanding Desires! (KainLucifer™ X Daddy'sBitch X DominicaProtesta

Lillian trailed closely behind her Master, her light purple leash swaying between them. Eyeing all the new faces, she followed her Daddy to his designated seat and took her position as required. Kneeling in front of him, she began to softly purr as he began to stroke her long red hair. As he continued to pet and scratch her, she couldn't help but to grow eager while everyone took their seats. She was shaken back to reality as her Daddy's voice boomed against her ear drums. She silently nodded in agreement. Daddy had promised her a playmate, and she could hardly wait to see which one he had in mind. When the room grew dim and the spotlights shot on, she slightly shifted. Her attention now on the stage rather than it's attendees. While the last of the Masters, Mistresses, and Pets took their seats, the auctioneer ascended the stairs and took his place at the podium.

 

[Dominica Potestas]

RE: Daddy's Demanding Desires! (KainLucifer™ X Daddy'sBitch X DominicaProtesta

Holly's heart was racing. Bred from birth to be a slave, her life was leading to this moment. Her brunette hair was perfectly done, curling seductively over her face, her olive skin shining with the oil it was treated with. She gulped, and took the sign from the man who was going to usher her on stage. She looked at what it read.

'Lot #1. Age 18. Virgin'.

The man nods, and guides her onto the platform. She wobbles slightly, dressed only in a loin cloth and high heels, but walks and postures as she spent so many hours practicing. She is blinded by the lights, by stands at the edge of the platform, careful to smile and hold the placard so as to not obstruct her large soft tits. She felt so exposed up there, near-naked in front of so many strangers.