The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

You can see the vast market of slaves here, magical creatures, captured princesses, rare and one-of-a-kind specimens - everything is for sale here. Looking around, you spot a decent amount of young athletic girls that could potentially fit your needs...

But as these are all enslaved people, there's no guarantee they will be happy or cooperative. Their spirits may have been broken by their harsh treatment, and it is quite common for slaves to resist or rebel against their new masters, even if only in secret. Nevertheless, with proper training and conditioning, one can hope that your purchased girls would turn into a formidable military-sportive team.

The consultant walks up to a nearby saleswoman and negotiates the price of the fifteen young athletic girls. Eventually, they agree on a price. The saleswoman then takes the girls aside and chains them together in groups of five each. The consultant turns back to you with a satisfied smile. "Your new acquisitions are ready for transport." He gestures towards the packed group of girls, who look weary but resigned.

The fifteen young athletic girls you purchased are brought over to your backyard by the consultant. He announces your command, and with sullen expressions on their faces, they silently form a line according to their height. Your new acquisitions seem relieved to be out of the oppressive atmosphere of the slave market but still carry the weight of their enslavement upon them.

As instructed, the consultant politely excuses himself from your backyard and heads back towards the slave market. He gives you one last curt nod before disappearing into the distance, leaving you alone with your new acquisitions. The fifteen young athletic girls silently watch him go, their expressions a mix of relief at his departure and trepidation about what lies ahead under your ownership.

As the consultant leaves your backyard, you turn your attention back towards the fifteen young athletic girls that now stand before you. They look expectantly at you, waiting for your next command. "Yes," you say firmly, "it is important that my orders are carried out without question or hesitation." You pause to emphasize your point, meeting each girl's gaze in turn. "If anyone has any questions or concerns, feel free to speak up now before we begin training." There's a long silence as the girls exchange nervous glances. Eventually, one of them summons the courage to speak up.

"Yes, sir... um, what exactly do you plan on doing with us?"

"Huh?" the consultant says with surprise as he notices one of the girls step out of line and move forward. Before he can say anything else, she continues, her voice trembling slightly. "I-I mean... I just wanted to know what your plans are for us." She looks around nervously at her fellow slaves, who watch her with a mix of surprise and trepidation.

"My name is Jane," the girl named Jane replies, her cheeks flushing red as she meets your gaze. "And I-I just want to know what we're going to be doing here." The other girls lean in towards her, clearly interested in hearing your response as well.

Jane's face blanches at your sharp reprimand. "I-I apologize, Master," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly drops down onto one knee and places both palms flat on the ground before her. Her eyes widen in surprise as the other girls fall silent around her, seemingly unsure how to react to your harsh words.

With shaking hands, Jane counts off twenty push-ups, struggling to keep up with each repetition. The others watch silently, some looking concerned and afraid, while others appear to be forming their own opinions about you and the situation they find themselves in. Once she's finished, Jane remains on her knees for a moment before slowly rising back to her feet, her head bowed in submission. "V-Very well, Master," she says quietly. "I understand my place now."

As the girls stand silently before you once more, their expressions range from fearful to defiant. None of them dare speak out again, however; they have seen the consequences of Jane's impudence and know that obeying your commands is their only hope for survival in this harsh new world.

One by one, you study each of their faces, trying to gauge their resolve and loyalty. They are all young and fit - the raw material from which a formidable military-sportive team could be molded. The question remains: will they be compliant enough to submit to your training? And even if they are, can you break them of their rebellious spirits before it's too late?

"Very well," you say finally. "Let us begin with the basics. Today, we shall work on physical conditioning and obedience." The girls look at each other nervously but remain silent, awaiting your orders.

The fifteen young athletic girls you purchased are brought over to your backyard by the consultant. He announces your command, and with sullen expressions on their faces, they silently form a line according to their height. Your new acquisitions seem relieved to be out of the oppressive atmosphere of the slave market but still carry the weight of their enslavement upon them.

"Very well," you say finally. "Let us begin with the basics. Today, we shall work on physical conditioning and obedience." The girls look at each other nervously but remain silent, awaiting your orders.

With a nod from you, the consultant gathers several combs and clippers from his bag. He walks up and down the line of girls, asking each one in turn if she would like her hair trimmed or completely shaved off. Most of them hesitate for a moment before eventually submitting to his will; they know that resistance is futile.

As the consultant works efficiently, he hands each girl a small hand mirror so they can see their new haircuts taking shape. Some look shocked, others surprised or even relieved. Once he's finished with all fifteen girls, he steps back and surveys his work with satisfaction. They now all have short, militaristic haircuts that will be easier to maintain during training sessions.

Turning to you, the consultant bows his head respectfully before speaking up again: "Your slaves are now ready for physical conditioning and obedience training as per your command." The girls stand at attention behind him, their eyes downcast but alert as they wait for your next instructions.

At your command, the fifteen young athletic girls begin to circle around each other warily, sizing up their opponents. The consultant watches carefully from the sidelines, prepared to step in if necessary but hoping that they will find their own way through this trial of strength and determination.

As the sparring matches commence, there's a flurry of movement as fists connect with flesh and legs with stomachs. The girls fight fiercely, each one determined to prove her worth to you and earn a place in your military-sportive team. Some fall to the ground gasping for breath or clutching at injuries, while others remain standing despite being visibly winded.

The air is thick with tension as the girls continue to spar, their bodies moving swiftly and gracefully under the oppressive sun. You watch them intently, studying each girl's fighting style and determination. It will take time and effort to break them of their rebellious spirits, but you have a good start here with these strong and determined young women.

The consultant watches carefully from the sidelines, prepared to step in if necessary but hoping that they will find their own way through this trial of strength and determination. As the sparring matches continue, some of the girls begin to show signs of fatigue while others seem to grow more confident and skillful with each passing minute. He wonders how you plan on whittling down this group to create your perfect team.

One of the fighters, a petite blonde named Sarah, catches his eye in particular. She's holding her own quite admirably against one of the bigger girls, displaying quick reflexes and a surprising amount of strength. It seems that even with her smaller size, she might have what it takes to be part of your elite team.

"She's done well, hasn't she?" he asks you casually as they watch Sarah dodge another blow from her opponent. "Sarah shows promise."

As the consultant nods in agreement, the sparring matches continue. Sarah successfully defends herself against her opponent and manages to land several solid blows of her own. The other girls watch with interest, some perhaps feeling a twinge of jealousy at her obvious skill. The consultant can't help but feel a surge of pride for her; he has seen many strong-willed slaves in his time, but few have impressed him quite like Sarah.

"Keep it up, Sarah!" he shouts encouragingly from the sidelines as she ducks under another swing. The winded girl looks over at him with a brief flash of gratitude before returning her focus to the fight. Her opponent, growing tired and frustrated, finally gives in with a cry of defeat, falling to the ground while clutching at her ribs. Sarah stands victorious, chest heaving but her gaze fixed on the ground before her.

The consultant walks up to her, his expression stern but not unkind. "Sarah," he says firmly, "You've proven yourself today. Your master would be proud to have you as part of his team." Her head snaps up at this, hope flaring briefly in her eyes before she forces herself back into submission once more.

Hearing your command, Sarah nods obediently and takes a step back from her defeated opponent. Raising her leg high into the air, she brings it down hard against the other girl's thigh. The impact sends a jolt through both of them, but only one staggers backwards in pain while the other remains standing tall and proud.

The consultant gives Sarah a approving nod before walking back to your side. He can feel her eyes on him as he watches the remaining sparring matches unfold; it's clear that she's beginning to respect him more with each passing moment, which bodes well for their working relationship in the future.

The other girls exchange glances amongst themselves as they listen to your question. Several of them nod or mutter under their breath about wanting a chance at proving their worth against Sarah. Eventually, one girl steps forward from the line and bows her head respectfully in submission. "I volunteer," she says quietly.

The consultant, surprised by this sudden show of bravery (or perhaps stupidity), looks questioningly at you for your decision. You watch as Sarah's challenger squares up against her, their fists raised defiantly in the air. There's a tense silence before you finally speak.

As soon as your command is given, the two girls spring into action, their fists flying towards each other with brutal force. The watching slaves shout words of encouragement or taunts as they watch the fierce battle unfold before them. It's clear that both combatants are skilled and determined; neither one is backing down despite taking several solid blows.

The consultant can feel his heart race in excitement as he watches, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. This isn't just a sparring match anymore; it's a battle for dominance and respect. As the fight continues, Sarah manages to land several well-placed blows against her opponent, leaving her visibly winded and bloodied. Yet she refuses to give up, lunging forward with renewed strength in what seems like a last-ditch effort.

The consultant can hardly believe his eyes when Sarah finally brings the fight to an end with a final, punishing strike that sends her opponent crumpling limply to the ground. She stands victorious once more, panting heavily but grinning proudly as she surveys the scene before her.

The other girls exchange glances amongst themselves as they listen to your question. Several of them nod or mutter under their breath about wanting a chance at proving their worth against Sarah. Eventually, one girl steps forward from the line and bows her head respectfully in submission. "I volunteer," she says quietly.

The consultant, surprised by this sudden show of bravery (or perhaps stupidity), looks questioningly at you for your decision. You watch as Sarah's challenger squares up against her, their fists raised defiantly in the air. There's a tense silence before you finally speak.

As the consultant nods in acknowledgement of your command, the two girls spring into action, their fists flying towards each other with brutal force. The watching slaves shout words of encouragement or taunts as they watch the fierce battle unfold before them. It's clear that both combatants are skilled and determined; neither one is backing down despite taking several solid blows.

The consultant can feel his heart race in excitement as he watches, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. This isn't just a sparring match anymore; it's a battle for dominance and respect. As the fight continues, Sarah manages to land several well-placed blows against her opponent, leaving her visibly winded and bloodied. Yet she refuses to give up, lunging forward with renewed strength in what seems like a last-ditch effort.

The consultant can hardly believe his eyes when Sarah finally brings the fight to an end with a final, punishing strike that sends her opponent crumpling limply to the ground. She stands victorious once more, panting heavily but grinning proudly as she surveys the scene before her.

The consultant looks back at you, waiting for your next command. You consider the day's events and decide that this has been a successful start to training your new military-sportive team. "Well done, all of you," you say, clapping your hands together once. "Tomorrow we will begin strength training." The girls exchange glances, some looking nervous while others seem eager for the challenge ahead.

The consultant can feel the tension in the air as you announce your intention to face off against Sarah personally. It seems that this little challenge will only serve to raise the stakes even higher; now not only is she proving herself to you and her fellow slaves, but also to their master himself.

As the two of them square off against each other, the consultant realizes with a start that they may be equal in skill. It's clear that Sarah has impressed him today, but so too has your unwavering determination to push yourself and those around you to excel. He can only watch, helplessly wondering who will emerge victorious from this epic showdown.

As Sarah bows her head in submission to your command, the consultant can't help but feel a surge of respect for both of you. He waits with bated breath as she raises her leg high into the air and brings it crashing down against your body. The impact is powerful enough to send you staggering back several steps, and for a moment he thinks that perhaps she's won this battle after all.

But then you summon up what remains of your strength and launch yourself forward again, countering with a blow of your own that sends Sarah reeling. The watching slaves gasp as they witness this intense display of martial prowess; it's clear that neither one is willing to give in easily.

With grim determination, you and Sarah circle around each other once more, searching for an opening. Your fists clash again and again, the sound echoing through the yard like thunder as sweat pours down your faces and bodies. The consultant can feel his heart racing faster with every passing second; he isn't sure who will emerge victorious from this intense battle of strength and skill, but one thing is certain: whichever slave comes out on top will have truly earned their place in your elite team.

The other slaves hold their breath as you position your foot and aim it towards Sarah's body. She seems to sense this danger and quickly raises her arms in front of her face for protection. You deliver the powerful kick with precision and strength, sending Sarah tumbling back several steps before she manages to regain her balance once more.

As she rises to her feet, blood trickles down from a small cut above her eye where your foot connected with her defenses. She shakes her head slightly, trying to clear it of the pain and anger that surges through her body. Her gaze narrows on you in determination as she prepares for whatever move you might make next.

You take a step back, assessing your opponent for a moment before lunging forward with a swift punch aimed at Sarah's side. She tries to block it with her arm but is unsuccessful; the impact sends her staggering to one side as she winces in pain. Before she can recover, you follow up with another blow aimed squarely at her head, this time connecting solidly against her temple.

With a grunt of exertion, Sarah collapses limply to the ground, her body twitching spasmodically as pain radiates through every muscle. The consultant lets out a slow breath he didn't realize he had been holding; you have bested her in this match and proved your dominance over all of them.

As you stand over Sarah's prone form, your fists still clenched in anticipation of more combat, the consultant studies her carefully. It seems that she has finally succumbed to defeat, but he can see the defiance and determination remaining even now as she struggles against unconsciousness. You raise your foot once more, prepared to deliver a crushing blow that will ensure her submission completely.

"No," the consultant says sharply before you can strike. "Enough." Your foot hovers in mid-air for a moment before eventually lowering back down to the ground. The consultant turns his attention back to Sarah, helping her sit up gently before addressing her directly. "You fought well, Sarah," he says with grudging respect. "But Master has proven himself superior today."

She looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes, still struggling against the pain and fatigue that wrack her body. "Yes... master..." she manages to whisper before finally slumping forward again, landing face-first on the ground with a loud thud. The other slaves watch silently, some looking relieved while others appear conflicted about what they have seen today. The consultant clears his throat awkwardly before speaking once more, "Well then... I believe that concludes today's training session."

The consultant stiffens as you shout at him; he has never been spoken to in such a manner by one of his charges before. For a moment, he considers ignoring your outburst and continuing with his duties as normal. But something about the rage in your voice and the disrespectful tone you use causes a small flame of defiance to flicker within him.

Without further thought, he snaps his head around to face you, his expression stern and unyielding. "I am sorry if I have upset you, sir," he says carefully. "But it is my duty to look after the welfare of these girls and ensure that they follow orders properly." As he speaks, his voice grows steadier and more commanding; despite himself, he finds that he isn't as afraid of your anger as he thought he might be.

The other slaves watch with bated breath as you and the consultant square off against each other; their expressions shift from confusion to surprise, then concern. It's clear that they had not expected this confrontation between their master and their caretaker, but it seems as though neither one is willing to back down now.

The consultant's eyes widen as you launch your attack; he hadn't expected such violence from someone he had considered an ally in training these slaves. Despite his surprise, he manages to raise his arms in defense just enough to deflect your initial blow aimed at his head. However, this leaves him vulnerable for a moment, and before he can react further, you follow up with another swift kick that connects solidly against his midsection.

The air whooshes out of the consultant's lungs as he is sent staggering backwards several steps; pain shoots through his abdomen and he struggles to catch his breath. "You... cannot..." he manages to gasp between wheezing breaths, "... disrespect me in such a manner." His voice trails off as he regains enough strength to continue fighting back against you.

The other slaves watch in shocked silence, unsure which of their master's servants they should support now that this confrontation has escalated into physical violence. As the two men circle around each other once more, sweat trickling down their faces and obscuring their vision, it becomes clear that this battle will not be decided quickly or easily.

The other slaves watch in horror as the confrontation between their master and the consultant escalates to this level of violence. You have clearly lost all control over your anger now; your voice booms through the yard like thunder, shaking not only them but also their very foundations. The consultant stumbles backward under the force of your powerful kick, his body already starting to weaken from exhaustion and shock.

"You... you're out of line!" he gasps as you close in on him, your fists raised for another attack. "These girls are mine to care for! I won't let you..." His voice trails off into a choked gasp as you launch yourself at him again, driving him to the ground with a series of hard blows that seem to come from all directions at once. Blood splatters across the dirt as he struggles weakly against your onslaught; it's clear that there is no way he can hope to survive this assault unscathed.

The other slaves watch in silent horror as their world crumbles around them, unsure of what to do or where to turn now that both of their protectors are lying injured before them. Their eyes dart nervously between you and the consultant, searching for any sign of mercy or guidance; but all they see is brutality and bloodshed.

Finally, as though realizing how far he has gone, your fury begins to abate slightly, replaced by a cold detachment that chills them even more than the night air. "Get back to your duties," you say curtly, your voice now calm but no less commanding for it. The remaining slaves exchange frightened glances before scurrying away in different directions, all conscious of the fact that they are just as vulnerable as their fallen leader and caretaker

As you turn your attention back towards Sarah, now lying motionless on the ground beside the consultant, a sense of unease washes over you. Despite her earlier defiance and the way she had fought against you just moments ago, there's something in her defeated expression that tugs at your heartstrings. She looks up at you with frightened, pleading eyes, as if begging for mercy or understanding.

You take a deep breath, trying to clear your head of all the violence and anger that have consumed it since this confrontation began. You know that she needs discipline; you are her master now and it is your duty to see that she follows your commands. But there's something about her defeat... something that makes you relent ever so slightly, even as you raise your foot for another blow.

With a sigh, you lower your leg back down to the ground. "Get up," you say curtly, not meeting her eyes. Sarah hesitates for a moment before slowly pushing herself off the ground; pain radiates through her body as she does so but she manages to remain upright nonetheless.

The other slaves watch in shock as you spare their fallen leader such a harsh punishment. Some look relieved, others angry or confused; they can't understand why you would show mercy now when it seems like there were no consequences for violence just moments ago. But whatever the reason, this small act of kindness leaves its mark on them all as they scatter once more to resume their duties in silence.

"Wh... what do you mean?" Sarah stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up at you in confusion. You can see the doubt and fear etched into every line of her face; she knows that being named senior slave carries great responsibility but she isn't sure if she's ready for it.

You study her carefully before speaking again, your tone firm but not unkind. "I have seen how you fight, Sarah," you tell her. "And I know that you are strongest among these slaves. From now on, when I am not here to give orders, you will do so in my stead."

She takes a hesitant step forward, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Her expression softens slightly as she asks quietly, "And what about the other slaves, master? What are their duties now?"

You nod understandingly. "The others will serve under you," you explain. "They will follow your commands and help you keep order amongst them." You pause for a moment before adding, "But remember that you must also care for them, as I have cared for you."

Sarah looks down at the ground, deep in thought. The weight of this responsibility settles heavily on her shoulders but there's also a newfound sense of purpose and respect coursing through her veins. Finally, she lifts her head to meet your gaze once more, her expression resolute. "I will not disappoint you, master," she says solemnly. "I will lead them well."

The other slaves watch as this exchange takes place, their expressions a mix of surprise, hope and apprehension. They cannot quite believe that Sarah has been elevated to such a position; it seemed so unlikely just moments ago when she was lying defeated at your feet. But now they know that anything is possible in your new world order... and

Sarah glances around at the other slaves, studying their features carefully. After a moment's consideration, she points out two of them whom she deems to be the prettiest: one with long red hair and piercing green eyes, and another with dark brown locks and captivating blue ones.

"Bring them here," you command simply, not taking your eyes off Sarah as she obeys your order. The two girls exchange nervous glances before shuffling forward, hesitantly at first but gaining confidence as they near you. They bow their heads respectfully in submission.

You run your gaze over each of them slowly, carefully appraising their beauty. After a moment's consideration, you gesture for Sarah to step aside and then turn to address the two girls directly.

The two girls exchange uncertain glances once more before exchanging nods. Together they trail after you as you lead them away from the training yard and into your quarters. Once inside, you close the door behind you and gesture for them to stand facing each other in the center of the room. They do so hesitantly, their eyes locked on yours.

"From now on," you begin, your voice cold but clear, "you are here to serve me... and each other." The girls exchange nervous glances at this revelation. You can see the confusion in their expressions but choose not to elaborate further just yet. "Go ahead and undress," you command casually.

As they begin removing their clothing, revealing their naked forms to you, a shiver runs down your spine despite yourself. You take a few steps closer, drinking in the sight of their pale flesh and supple curves. Sarah stands just close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from your body; it's almost like being near her master makes her physically warmer. She watches with interest as you inspect the two new additions to your harem, wondering what role they will play in this new world order of yours.

As the girls begin their assigned tasks, Sarah watches with a mix of fascination and horror. She can feel herself becoming aroused by the sight before her, even as she knows that this is wrong and immoral. The red-haired slave lowers herself to her knees in front of you, taking your length into her mouth eagerly while the other girl kneels behind you, using one hand to part your buttocks and another to probe at your anus with her tongue.

You moan loudly, losing yourself in the sensations they create. Sarah tries to look away, telling herself that she shouldn't be enjoying this so much; that it goes against everything she stands for. But try as she might, she can't tear her eyes from the sight of you being pleasured by these two helpless girls.

The sensation of your hands on her shoulders, guiding her closer to watch more intently, only serves to heighten her arousal further. As if in a trance, she finds herself leaning forward until their faces are mere inches apart. Without thinking, she closes the distance between them and presses her lips against yours.