taylor didn't want to buy into it, that she was now being sold as a slave. her father had literally gambled her life away. for taylor there wasn't a normal life left for her anymore. as the bids grew higher and higher she knew that once it ended she would then belong to someone, her freedom bided away forever. she looked out to the group of people, as scared as she was, as much anger as she had built in her, not at the people but at her father, she still couldn't help but to take into it all that people were actually bidding for her. they wanted her, of course for various things, but she had to start looking on the brighter side if she wanted to make this work. she knew escaping was an option, but getting caught could lead to execution. whoever's property she became, she was hoping they were gentle. taylor became comfortable in her mind doing anything for them, but she couldn't handle abuse, which is what she was hoping to avoid.

taylor wasn't sure exactly what she could offer, but whatever was to her ability she could and would do. of course she heard the stories, she knew that some were bought for nothing more than sex, which worried her a bit being a lesbian. the only thing comforting was when finally the bidding was over, seeing the gorgeous redheaded mistress that had bought her. she stood as she watched the girl walk toward the stage after making the final bid, waiting in anticipation to introduce herself to her new owner.

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I really need to dye my hair soon, Delilah told herself as she touched up her foundation. She eyed the dimming shade of her hair, frowning before tucking the compact makeup away into her purse. She had learned to like the color, even though Dahlia's was a much brighter shade of red than hers. Delilah had more of a darker, blood red in color. This was mainly so that people could tell the two of them apart.

Her interest returned to the auction when a pretty brunette was brought onto the stage, void of any clothing.

Usually, that's how the auctions worked; the slaves were either put in skimpy clothing or none at all. What decided that, Delilah honestly hadn't a clue. Nor did she really care. All she knew was that she wanted that girl on the stage to be hers.

Delilah wasn't all that picky when it came to shopping for slaves. They were like clothes. If there were a couple of things you didn't like about them, they could be altered to be more fitting. That's how Delilah looked at it. However, the human standing on the stage right now seemed perfect as it was.

She just had to know more about her. The basic traits that the auctioneer had given was not quite enough for the mistress, but she was determined to win this bid anyway.

And with either luck or her determination, Delilah did win. With a smug grin, she rose to her feet and made her way to the front to collect her prize in exchange for the payment. After writing her check out and handing it to the auctioneer, she held her hand out to the slave to help her down from the elevation.

She didn't ask her name. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't the first thing on her mind that she wanted to know. To her, there were more important things.

"Hm... I guess we should cover you up, huh?" she murmured as she brought her down to the floor with her. "Eh, nah. It's late, and it's dark out. No one's going to see you."

Delilah wasn't necessarily cruel, but she was usually considered the meaner of the two Taylor twins. She was a little bit of a bully, but it was all in good fun. She didn't do physical abuse, that was for sure.

"You know how to cook and clean, don't you, cutie?" she asked.

taylor was rather content with her new mistress, she was beautiful, although maybe that wasn't the first thing taylor should have been thinking about. it was hard to deny that feature though. she didn't hesitate to stare her mistress up and down, as discreetly as she could though of course. she didn't want to end up getting off on a bad note with her mistress at first meeting. that short red dress just made her all the more appealing, the girl definitely had fashion appeal, and even more the ability to tease.

of course taylor was still mad at her father, she still felt the sense of betrayal because that's exactly what it was, betrayal. the man who helped bring you into this world, the man that was supposed to love you unconditionally tossed her away like yesterdays news, willingly giving up her freedom just to pay off a debt. that was still a sore spot for taylor, but at this moment she wanted more and more to put him behind her. from this moment on her new mistress was her life, and she wanted to aim to please her.

as she was helped off of the stage she stood in front of her mistress with her hands behind her back, giving a small smile to her as she spoke. "yes please." taylor said, before the smile faded into an even smaller one. although a smaller smile the smile was still there nonetheless. as much as taylor was looking forward to some clothing it was what her mistress wanted after all, besides having to walk through naked didn't sound so bad, as strange as it was it might have turned the brunette on a little.

she locked eyes with her mistress again as she heard her speak. "yes mistress, along with anything else you'd like." she smiled at her mistress. taylor had grown with a desire to please this mistress the second she bought her. "i do aim to please your every need." taylor said, the smile still on her face. to be honest taylor wasn't anything special. there wasn't a special craft or skill she mastered, no, taylor was just a girl that was willing to try just about anything no matter what the task, especially if it made her mistress happy.

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Delilah purposely dressed the way she did for these sort of occasions. Sometimes, it weakened the slaves. If their sexuality was just right, they would want to be owned by her. Maybe it was a little cruel, but if they behaved, her slaves would get what they wanted when it came to the bedroom. It was no different for this one here.

When the slave said she aimed to satisfy her every need, Delilah’s interest added up a bit. “Every need?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. The plot was thickening, and even though they were in a room full of people, Delilah was feeling bold. She pulled the slave girl to the side, a flicker of mischief in her eyes. They weren’t in front of the audience, but that wasn’t to say they were out of sight, either. Without hesitance, the mistress pulled her against her, her front pressing against the slave’s back as she held an arm around her.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, precious,” she purred into her ear, her other hand reaching up to grab one of her breasts. A couple of masters had noticed, but didn’t pay too much mind to the point of making it obvious that they witnessed it.

the mistress' outfit just made it that much easier for taylor to accept being owned. her mistress was as beautiful as they came, it made taylor eager to serve her, regardless of the request, which taylor quickly made known, which seemed to only draw an interest at the mistress.

she heard the wonder in the girls voice, as if surprised to see the girl submit to her will so quickly. "yes mistress, i look forward to completing any task you set before me." taylor said with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her face. she fully planned to live up to those very words. she wanted to be known as worthy, and while not having any special powers she did always have the ability to please, and she knew, or at least hoped that in the long run that was what would keep her on good terms with her new mistress.

taylor followed the mistress to the side, feeling her back pressed up against the mistress as she pulled her arm around her. it felt great, and quickly became obvious that this mistress knew just how to make slaves tremble at the knees. taylor was instantly growing weaker. not too long ago she was a free woman, now she was pressed up against her new mistress, and as if just as soon as the bid was made she quickly accepted her new position as the woman's slave, her property, and began making it her mission to please the mistress the second she helped her off of the stage. she gasped pleasantly as she felt a hand reach up her breast, the woman's soft breath purring into taylor's ear as she heard the warning. she knew they were full well in public, but she very well couldn't pull away or say no, that would be disrespectful to the woman who just purchased her. "i fully intend to keep that promise mistress." taylor said, a small smile on her face as she bit her bottom lip to the feeling of her mistress' hand forming over her breast. "feel free to test me if you don't believe me mistress." maybe it was a bit cocky, but taylor would just as soon prove to her mistress that she was deadset on performing any and all of the tasks set before her, if only to please her mistress.

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Delilah was a bit bolder out of the two twins, no matter where she was, as she was a woman who simply thrived on sexuality. Surprisingly, without a slave, she didn’t get a whole lot of sex, even as a call girl. Being a call girl wasn’t necessarily the same thing as being a prostitute. It wasn’t always sex. Sometimes, they just wanted someone to talk to. Maybe they wanted someone to rub their feet. Maybe they wanted someone to do a strip tease and watch them masturbate. Maybe they wanted someone to cook and deliver some pizza.

It wasn’t always sexual, but sometimes, she got some requests that were very entertaining. Delilah even had her secret pleasure for those nights when someone wanted a slave for just one night. She could be submissive when she wanted to, but never with someone who she knew was a slave - especially not her own slaves.

And as far as she was concerned, this girl trapped in her arm would be no different, despite her eagerness.

Delilah grinned as she heard the sweet gasp coming from the slave she had just bought. She liked what she was doing to her, and the mistress like it, as well. She was even insisting that Delilah test her, if that’s what it took for her loyalty to be proven.

Oh, it was so tempting. She could play with her right here and now, if she wanted to, in front of everyone. If the human really was an obedient fucktoy for her, then there was no reason why Delilah couldn’t make her get her off. Despite her own desperation, though, the mistress was feeling more inclined to get the slave off.

After giving her breast another squeeze, Delilah gave her nipple a tug, licking her lips as it hardened at her touch. She loved the slave’s body, and she would have touched it and teased it all day, if she could. Instead, she pulled away from her, getting her composure back long enough to escort the girl out to the car in the parking lot.

Sure enough, it was getting late, and save for a single street light, there wasn’t a whole lot to illuminate the parking lot of the cabin. She approached a black Miata convertible, unlocking it from the passenger’s side door first and opening it up. “Get in,” she said to the girl. It was at this time she noticed the wetness between her own legs. She had a distinct feeling she wasn’t going to be able to get home before molesting her further.

it was true that Taylor did have a bit of eagerness to serve her mistress. the girl was captivating, and her touch was simply wonderful. Just the feel of her body warmth was enough to get Taylor worked up. The girl had fallen under her spell the second she stepped off of the stage, and she didn't plan for the will to please to leave her anytime soon, if ever.

She hadn't even caught the girls name yet was the amazing thing, nor did she plan to ask, for fear of speaking out of turn would only displease her new mistress. She simply enjoyed the feeling of being trapped in her mistress' arms.

It was obvious that there were a lot of things Taylor couldn't do, but what was within her abilities she would have no problem doing for her mistress, in fact she craved doing so, enough to the point where she offered the mistress to test her whether it be here and now or some time later.

Taylor's nipple immediately hardened to the touch and squeeze of her mistress. She had enjoyed it all too much, quickly coming to the idea that she could very well be used as a play thing for her mistress, a new toy for her, something she would be all too glad to become.

Things seemed to be slowing down, people seemed to be leaving and it was getting darker by the minute. She followed quickly behind her mistress until reaching a black convertible as she heard the doors unlock. "yes mistress." Taylor said as she quickly got into the car as she opened it up for Taylor. She sat her hands in her lap as she awaited for her mistress to enter the Driver's side to drive off to what she would be expecting to be her owner's home, anticipating seeing it, along with everything else along the way. It had been awhile since Taylor had gotten to see much outside of a Cage lately anyways.

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As Delilah led the girl to the car and got her inside, the mistress was hoping she had her inwardly pleading for a release. She would have much preferred to hear the slave beg, but it hadn't yet gotten to that level of the scale just yet. There was still plenty of time for that to come.

The slave obediently got into the vehicle, and it was only afterwards that Delilah got in behind the wheel. She started up the vehicle, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear before she pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street.

On occasion, she helped herself to a glance at the naked girl beside her, her excitement only building up on itself every time she did.

She licked her lips, reaching her right hand over to rub her bare thigh, her fingers coming dangerously close to her sex, but not quite touching it. She did that deliberately. "You're so sexy, you know that?" she asked, biting her lip. "I don't think I'll be able to wait until we get home to have my way with you..."

Taylor sat patiently in the car, although her mind was quick to wander. She wanted much more than a simple car ride home, but she knew she couldn't very well request it. As Delilah rubbed up her thigh however Taylor knew she needed it. She knew she was getting wet, and at this point she either wanted to touch or be touched. She bit down on her bottom lip as she stared at her mistress' hand on her thigh.

"Thank you mistress." Taylor said, a bit of a moan coming through her voice as she felt the hand still on her thigh. "And you look absolutely stunning." Taylor said as she stared down her figure again in the sexy red dress. She was barely able to control herself, she wasn't sure how long this car ride was going to last, but she was almost certain she wouldn't be able to make it through it without some form of pleasure, whether it was hers or her mistress'. Only excitement grew over Taylor's face as she heard her mistress. Taylor had wanted this just as badly if not more than Delilah probably did, and she would be quick to follow the idea. "Oh please mistress, whatever you'd like, just please give me some form of release." Taylor said almost pleading for her mistress to do exactly what she wanted. If they weren't inside a car Taylor would probably be on her knees begging for the touch, she began to feel the need for her touch oh so badly.

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Just as Delilah had hoped for, the slave was quick to plead with her. It was like music to her ears, but it wasn’t enough for the mistress to start giving her what she wanted. After all, why should she? Delilah was the one in control, not her. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot she could make the girl do right now. She could tease her for a while, but she very well couldn’t make the slave eat her out. That would have been much too distracting while Delilah was driving.

But she could multitask enough to taunt the pretty brunette.

“What’s that?” she said, her fingertips brushing very lightly over the girl’s clit. “You want to come?” She was definitely wet by now, to the point that Delilah was sure she would drench the car seat before long. She grinned, fondling her some more as she drove on, her left hand holding the steering wheel steady.

"I suppose I could help you with that... Do you think you deserve a release?"

Her mistress was teasing her bad, and there wasn't anything Taylor could do about it. She needed a release, but she couldn't very well do that without her mistress' approval. She had begun pleading out of desperation, but that only seemed to make her mistress tease her more. She let out a gasp feeling her finger trace her clit. "yes mistress, please." Taylor was begging at this point, the tease was becoming too much for her.

It had become too distracting for her to think of anything else, keeping her mind on trying to control herself enough as a moan slipped through her lips. The fact that Taylor was still naked definitely didn't help the situation as it gave her mistress access to her entirely. "No mistress, but I'd love to earn it." Whether earning it was to be done now or later, Taylor desperately wanted a release, her mistress' wandering fingers only made it that much more needed. "I'd do anything to be able to come mistress." Taylor said with her eyes closed, leaning her head back as she bit her bottom lip.

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There were two things that really turned on Delilah when it came down to it. She loved teasing girls. They were much more fun to play with that guys were, because of the way they squirmed. The other big turn-on for the mistress was the beautiful sound of a woman's moans.

Her new slave made sounds that simply drove her wild with lust. Still, Delilah felt it was necessary to keep her cool for the time being.

She said she wanted to earn it, and the mistress was sure she could find just the thing to make that work. She'd do anything to have an orgasm.

Grinning wickedly, Delilah pulled her hand away from the slave, licking her fingers clean of the wet pussy juice that had smeared on them. She tasted sweet, and the flavor made her shiver in pleasure. She resisted squirming in her seat, putting both hands back on the steering wheel and changing gears to accelerate the vehicle faster.

"Then, you'll have to wait," she said with a grin. "But don't worry. The drive isn't long."

The touch had made Taylor become all too tender, she held back no dignity in begging for her mistress to help and allow her to come. The teasing fingers were just that, as great as it felt, it was all just a tease until Taylor was able to come. Still only moans came from the girl as she squirmed in the passenger seat, her head still leaned back as she lost all sense around her, only focusing on what her mistress' fingers were doing to her.

Then just like that they were pulled away, the only thing to make Taylor raise her head back forward, as if she was disappointed that she had pulled away. She looked over to her mistress, feeling the car begin to move faster. The faster it moved the sooner they would be home she supposed, which was what Taylor was hoping for after hearing her mistress' words. "Yes mistress." Taylor said as her legs rubbed together, trying to hold off until they made there way to her mistress' estate. She knew she was wet, she felt it dripping down, embarrassed of the possibility of getting the seat wet as she prayed they were almost there. "You live close by the auction site? Sorry for being impatient mistress." Taylor had to ask, although she knew she might have been coming off as too needy. She was here to serve her mistress after all, not to serve her own needs, although it had been so long since she had been touched.

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Delilah couldn't say she lived "close" to the auction, but it wasn't far, either. Her home was still within Norfolk, which made the drive about twenty minutes or so. Even she could hardly wait, much like the slave.

She had been partially hoping that the girl would start touching herself. It was a thrill for her to watch someone touching him or herself, but it was even more of a thrill to demand that they stop. Women, especially.

"It's not far," she said. "Another fifteen minutes or so." Delilah gave the slave a grin, noticing the way she squeezed her legs together to try and ignore her arousal. She certainly couldn't hide it, though. The mistress already knew, not just by the fact that she had been touching her, but she could smell and feel it in the air.

"I think that when we get back, I'm going to need a bath," she said. "That cabin can be so grimy sometimes." She looked at her again, a twinkle in her eyes. "You'll help me, won't you, pet?"

she truly hoped the woman lived close, taylor felt the anticipation growing. she wanted her mistress' touch more and more, as selfish as it could have been, especially for a slave.

taylor's hand slowly began to wander between her thighs. if her mistress wasn't going to pleasure right away she'd at least need something to hold her over. she tried to remain quiet about it, letting out the softest tone of a moan as she tried using her peripheral vision to see if her mistress was looking over or not, all of which wasn't working too well being distracted.

"fifteen minutes?" taylor said as if the wait was far too long, although her words quickly became distracted by her hand trying to go to work. the grin on her mistress' face was taunting. she knew it was torture for the girl, that grin proved it.

she smied hearing her mistress' request. asking if she'd help her, as if taylor had a choice, although this one she probably wouldn't mind at all. "of course i will mistress, anything you'd like." taylor said, quick to be obedient hoping on being rewarded for it.