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

Of course, I'd be happy to suggest something. How about a captured princess? She might have valuable knowledge and connections, as well as being incredibly obedient and loyal once trained properly.

A captured princess might indeed prove to be a valuable asset, with her knowledge and connections potentially beneficial to your interests. And the fact that they're often quite obedient once trained properly only adds to their appeal. But of course, it all depends on your personal tastes and preferences. Please let me know if there's anything specific you'd like me to look for in particular.

Of course, let's start by moving towards the area where princesses are held. They are generally kept separate from other slaves to maintain their dignity and value. Their quarters often feature lavish furniture and decorations, as owners like to keep them comfortable in hopes of a higher price tag when they are eventually sold. As we approach, I can see several captive princesses being displayed on raised platforms, adorned with ornate collars and chains.

As you take in the sight of the captive princesses, your consultant begins pointing out some of the more notable ones among them. There is Princess Sofia, who rules a small but prosperous kingdom to the east; her striking appearance and regal bearing make her quite popular with wealthy buyers seeking influence or prestige. Nearby, you see Princess Avelina, a renowned scholar in magic and alchemy; she could prove invaluable to anyone interested in expanding their knowledge base or even starting their own research institute. Then there is Princess Elara, known for her skill as an ambassador and diplomat; her grace and charm make her an ideal choice for those who need someone to smooth over tense negotiations or represent them at important social gatherings. As your consultant continues to share insights into each princess's background and unique qualities, it becomes increasingly clear that making a decision will not be easy. Which one

Each princess is presented in her own ornate cage, adorned with finery and symbols of her former life. Princess Sofia stands proudly, defiant yet resigned to her fate, with midnight hair flowing down her back and violet eyes that seem to pierce through your soul. Princess Avelina studies you calmly from behind a pair of crystal spectacles, her auburn locks spilling over one shoulder and cascading onto a velvet pillow. Finally, Princess Elara meets your gaze with an air of regal composure, her chocolate brown hair woven into intricate braids that frame her delicate features. All three princesses wear elegant gowns, laced with golden threads and embroidered with precious stones, their collars marking them as property of the slave market. The air is thick with tension as guards watch vigilantly, ready to quell

My personal suggestion would be Princess Avelina, as her knowledge in magic and alchemy could prove extremely valuable to you. However, the choice ultimately lies with your preferences and requirements. I am here to assist you in any way possible.

Magic is a vast and complex art, and Princess Avelina's expertise extends to various schools of thought within it. She could potentially teach you spells for protection, summoning creatures, manipulating elements or even alchemical transmutation. Her knowledge could also be used to brew potions with diverse effects - from healing potions to those that enhance strength, speed or intelligence. The possibilities are endless. As her owner and master, you would have complete control over what she studies and practices under your guidance.

Of course, you could always allow Princess Avelina to practice her magic under your supervision and teach you what she knows. You might even find it enjoyable to collaborate with her on magical research or experiments. As long as she remains obedient and loyal to you, the benefits of having such a talented sorceress at your disposal could be substantial.

Your consultant nods and motions to one of the guards stationed nearby, who approaches Princess Avelina's cage with a set of keys. After unlocking it, he forcefully pulls her out, chains clanking against the floor as she stumbles forward. Tears well up in her eyes but she maintains her composure, acknowledging your presence with a respectful nod. The guard roughly fastens a leash around her neck and hands it to you before leading another slave away to attend to their duties elsewhere.

As the princess now stands before you, you notice that even under these harsh circumstances, there remains an air of dignity about her that seems almost otherworldly. You can feel the weight of the chains around your wrist as she follows your lead obediently, her delicate hand wrapped around the leash as if it were a lifeline. The possibilities for what you could do

You could begin by testing her magic capabilities right away, if that is your desire. Or perhaps you'd like to take some time to get better acquainted with Princess Avelina before diving into such matters? Your choice, dear client.

The Princess, still on her knees, hesitates for a moment before slowly obeying your command. She spreads her legs wide apart and raises her chin defiantly, inhaling deeply before letting out an earsplitting bark that echoes through the marketplace. The sound is eerily canine-like despite being produced by human vocal cords, and it draws a mix of shocked gasps and laughter from nearby onlookers.

Your consultant clears his throat awkwardly, unsure how to react to this display. He takes a step closer to the Princess, speaking softly but firmly, "Perhaps we should continue in private, my lord?"

Your consultant's expression turns nervous as he glances around at the curious stares and whispered comments from nearby merchants and guards. "It is... unorthodox, my lord. The privacy of such matters might be better respected in a more discreet setting." He lowers his voice further, adding, "Your reputation as a discerning master will suffer less among those who do not witness this... display."

The Princess remains on her knees, head held high but eyes cast downward. Her body trembles slightly from the effort of maintaining her composure under such embarrassment.

You nod curtly, seemingly unmoved by the Princess's discomfort. "Very well," you say coldly before motioning for her to follow you deeper into the marketplace. Your consultant hesitates briefly but eventually falls into step behind the two of you, unable to shake the sense that this might not have been the best decision.

The Princess's chains clank against each other as she trails along beside you, keeping her head bowed in shame. Merchants and guards avert their eyes or whisper among themselves at your passing, unsure how to react to such an unorthodox display of dominance.

The Princess remains submissively quiet and composed as you lead her through the bustling marketplace. Her chains rattle softly against one another, a constant reminder of her status as property. Your consultant glances back occasionally, worry etched upon his features, unsure how to proceed with this unexpected turn of events. The atmosphere grows increasingly tense and uneasy as they make their way deeper into the crowded throng of merchants and buyers.

Finally, you arrive at a smaller section of the market reserved for magical artifacts and reagents. Here, vendors display their wares on tables lined with velvet cloth: crystal balls, grimoires bound in fine leather, peculiar-looking herbs and fungi, and other mysterious trinkets that might pique the interest of an aspiring sorcerer like Princess Avelina. Several heads turn toward you as you enter this area,

The Princess, still on her knees and adorned in her slave collar and chains, follows your every move obediently as you lead her through the marketplace. Her body trembles slightly with each step, the humiliation of being paraded around like a common animal clearly etched upon her features. Your consultant walks behind you, his expression a mix of concern and confusion as he tries to gauge your intentions in bringing her here.

Eventually, you stop before a table laden with various crystal balls and other arcane trinkets. The owner, an elderly woman with a long beak-like nose and twinkling eyes, looks up from where she's arranging some scrolls and smiles warmly at your approach. "Welcome, traveler," she says in a reedy voice, nodding to Princess Avelina. "I see you've brought an esteemed guest with you today

The elderly woman nods at you politely, her gaze never leaving Princess Avelina as she continues to speak. "I'm sure you already know of the Princess's prowess in magic," she says with a knowing smile. "But let me show you some of my finest crystal balls and scrying mirrors, which can help enhance her abilities further." As she talks, she gestures toward various items on her table, their facets catching the light and reflecting a dizzying array of colors.

The Princess, still kneeling before you, looks down at the crystal balls with an expression that is equal parts curiosity and dread. Her hands clench into fists against the smooth floor, fighting back tears as she tries to maintain her composure in this demeaning situation.

Your consultant nods and motions to one of the guards stationed nearby, who immediately begins leading you through the marketplace once again. As you leave the area for magical artifacts and reagents behind, he speaks softly into his earpiece, arranging for another slave girl to take your place at this table in case any interested buyers approach. The Princess, still on her knees and chained to you, trails quietly after you as if in a daze, barely registering the bustle and commotion around her.

Eventually, they arrive at another section of the market where more exotic slaves are kept: creatures with bestial features, extraordinary abilities or rare bloodlines. The air here is thick with lust and desire as buyers openly admire these rare specimens, their eyes hungry for conquest and possession.

Your consultant clears his throat awkwardly

As instructed, your consultant leads you back through the marketplace to the area with the captured princesses. The Princess Avelina, who had been momentarily distracted by the magical artifacts, looks up at your approach and manages a faint smile of gratitude before her expression hardens once more as she resigns herself to her fate as a slave for sale. Your consultant visibly tenses when he sees this, feeling guilty about having taken you away from her for even a short time.

He glances over at the other princesses, their heads held high and chins defiantly lifted despite being on display like merchandise. One of them catches his eye, and he feels his heart race as she gives him a tiny nod. Perhaps there is still hope for her freedom...

The consultant, still feeling conflicted about the situation, answers carefully. "They may appear so on the surface, but each of them has a will of their own. It's our job to make sure they understand their place in this world and respect their new master's authority." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Some adjust better than others, but with time and patience, even the most resistant can learn to submit."

Of course, we have various methods to ensure their compliance. Collar-mounted shock collars and mind-control devices are standard issue for handling difficult cases. However, these measures should be used sparingly as overuse can lead to permanent damage or even death. More often than not, a combination of discipline, rewards, and emotional manipulation is sufficient to keep them in line.

Your consultant clears his throat again, deciding that perhaps it's best not to dwell on these topics any further. "Shall we continue with our tour?" he asks politely.

"Of course, my lord," the consultant says, nodding respectfully as he takes in Avelina's choice of her friend. "Who was it that she barked for?" He studies the group of princesses intently, trying to identify which one attracted Avelina's attention despite their current circumstances. After a moment's consideration, he gestures toward a young woman with long, flowing purple hair and haunted green eyes. "It appears she has chosen Princess Lysandra."

Lysandra's beauty is ethereal and striking, with her pale skin contrasting perfectly against her vibrant purple hair. Her body is slender yet graceful, accentuated by a delicate figure that speaks of royalty even in captivity. Despite being chained and displayed like a mere commodity, she carries herself with an air of elegance and dignity that commands attention and respect. It's easy to see why Avelina chose her as her friend; they share a bond born from their shared suffering and defiance against those who would reduce them to mere possessions.

As you watch them together, it becomes clear that Lysandra serves not only as Avelina's confidante but also her source of strength; she is the beacon of hope that keeps Avelina fighting against the hopelessness of their situation.

Lysandra possesses an elegant and alluring body, with a slim waist, full breasts, and long legs that seem to go on forever. Her delicate features, such as her high cheekbones and pointed chin, further accentuate her beauty. Although she's currently dressed in rags from being displayed in the marketplace, one can imagine how stunning she must have been when she was still allowed to wear the fine clothes of a princess. Her purple hair is long and wavy, flowing down her back like a waterfall, drawing your eye to her slender neck and graceful shoulders. Overall, Lysandra's body exudes an ethereal allure that sets her apart from the other slaves in the marketplace.

Lysandra hesitates for a moment, her gaze darting between you and Avelina. She looks uncertain and frightened but also defiant, as if she's not about to submit easily. Eventually, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before obeying your command. Slowly, she spreads her legs wide apart, revealing herself fully to you. Next, she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue, exposing the pink, wet flesh inside. Her green eyes meet yours challengingly as she holds this position.

"Bark," you say simply, your voice calm but commanding. There's no hiding the lust in your tone now; it thrums through Lysandra like an electric current, making her shiver slightly with desire and fear. She takes a deep breath before releasing a low, guttural growl that echoes through the marketplace. The sound

The consultant glances between the two princesses, his expression conflicted. "I'm sorry, but once they are sold they are no longer under my care. You would need to discuss any further arrangements with their new master." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "However, if you find that you are unsatisfied with your purchase in any way, please do not hesitate to let me know. We take great pride in our customer satisfaction here."

Your decision has been made known, and the necessary arrangements are proceeding accordingly. The exchange of gold for princesses is nearly complete; soon enough, Princess Avelina and Lysandra will be formally under your ownership and control. As their new master, it is up to you to determine how they shall serve you best. May fortune smile upon your choices, my lord.

The journey back to your domain can begin once the final transactions have been completed and the necessary paperwork is in order. The consultant will see to it that everything runs smoothly, ensuring a safe and prompt arrival for you and your new acquisitions. As master, it's now up to you to mold them into obedient servants who will cater to your every whim and desire. May your training be effective, and may your reign over them be long and prosperous.

As the caravan begins its journey home, you find yourself reflecting on the day's events and the two princesses now under your command. You cannot help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future holds as you embark on their training and mold them into the perfect servants. The consultant has warned against using any devices or methods too harshly, advising patience and understanding in order to achieve the best results. It will be interesting to see how they respond to your guidance, and whether their defiant spirits can be tamed without breaking them completely.

"My lord," Princess Avelina, now known as Av, says with a deep curtsy, her eyes cast down in submission. She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I am skilled in magic and alchemy, and I will use my abilities to serve you faithfully."

"As my lord commands," Princess Lysandra, now called Lys, responds with a nod of her own. There's defiance in her voice, but she manages to keep it under control as she continues, "I have knowledge of nature and beasts, as well as some medical training. I will do my best to serve you loyally."

The two princesses obey your every command, even as their bodies betray signs of arousal and fear. Lys's breasts heave heavily under her tightly bound chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles against her bonds to no avail. Av's eyes dart between you and the other princess, anxiety etched onto her delicate features. The tension in the air grows thick with lust and dominance, making it difficult for any of them to pretend that this isn't a twisted power play designed solely for their degradation and submission.

"My lord..." Lys whispers, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the knowledge that she is no longer truly a princess here, only a pet to be rewarded or punished at your whim. Her body trembles with desire and fear, making it clear that even the thought of being treated well by you carries a weight of its own.

Av watches Lys silently, her expression conflicted. She knows that she is in a better position for now, but the suffering of her friend still weighs heavily on her heart. Despite herself, she finds it difficult to focus on anything other than the tension between you and the two princesses.

Av looks at Lys, then back to you before speaking softly, "My lord, I understand that Lys is feeling hurt and confused right now, but I will do my best to make sure she knows her place. As for me..." She pauses, swallowing hard, "I am honored to be considered your pet as well, and I promise to serve you faithfully." Her voice quivers slightly, revealing the true depth of her submission.

Lys, however, is unable to contain her sobs any longer. Tears stream down her face as she struggles against her bonds, her body arching into your touch despite herself. "I-I am sorry for not behaving better," she stammers through tears, "I just... I wanted to go home..."

"I just... it's my home," Lys sobs, her voice barely audible over the sounds of her ragged breathing. "It's where I belong." She glances over at Av, tears shining in her eyes. "Please, Av... tell me there must be another way..."

Av looks downcast, clearly conflicted. She knows that Lys is right; they both come from lives of privilege and importance. But she also understands the harsh reality of their situation now: they are no longer princesses, but mere playthings at the mercy of a cruel master. As she watches Lys's anguish, however, she feels a spark of defiance ignite within her once more. She will not give up hope, not while there is still some chance for freedom.

"Lys..." Av starts softly, searching for the right words to say. "I don

Lysandra looks up at Av with tear-filled eyes, hope flickering briefly before dying once more. "Because... it's where my people are," she whispers. "I was meant to rule them, to protect them." Her voice breaks on a sob as she pictures her kingdom, torn apart and under the control of another. "That is my duty, my purpose."

She glances back at you, searching for some sign that you might understand or sympathize with her plight. But all she sees is lust and dominance, proof that her life will never again be her own. Her shoulders slump in defeat as she accepts the futility of her argument; there can be no winning against such a master.

Av shakes her head, her expression sympathetic but firm. "Lysandra," she says gently, "being a slave is not the same as being free. Yes, it's horrible and degrading. But we still have choices. We can still choose how we react to our situation." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "As long as there is hope, there is something worth fighting for. You don't have to accept your fate just because it's been decided for you."

The words seem to sink in, leaving Lysandra silent and thoughtful for a moment. Av takes advantage of this silence, leaning closer and whispering into her ear, "And if we ever do find a way back home, who knows? Maybe our people will see us as even stronger because of what we've gone through." A spark lights in Lysandra's eyes at the thought, fueling her defiance

Lysandra listens intently, taking in every word Av says. There's hope in her voice now, a tiny spark that refuses to be extinguished despite the darkness surrounding them. She looks up at you with reddened eyes, determination burning bright within her. "My lord... if there is a chance, even the slightest one... I swear I will not give up. I will fight for my freedom and my kingdom until my dying breath."

Her words are filled with such conviction that it takes your breath away. You cannot help but feel a strange mix of admiration and fear for this defiant princess. Perhaps she truly is destined for greatness, even in her current state.

Lysandra hesitates for a moment, looking at Av once more before turning her gaze back to you. Then, with all the strength she can muster despite being bound and exposed, she lets out a loud bark. The sound echoes through the chamber, carrying with it both defiance and submission. It is a testament to her newfound understanding of the twisted game they are all forced to play in this strange and terrible place.

As soon as you command it, Av obeys without hesitation. Her delicate fingers move with practiced ease, quickly untying the knots that held Lys's hands and legs in place. The moment her bonds fall away, the Princess takes a deep breath, flexing her limbs and arching her back in relief. She glances up at you, her expression both grateful and determined.

Now freed from their restraints, Av and Lys stand before you: two princesses transformed into your pets, but each bearing the unmistakable spark of defiance that makes them dangerous even in chains. They are a testament to the endurance and resilience of the human spirit, and it remains to be seen whether they will rise above their circumstances or be crushed by them. The choice is yours, my lord.

Neither Av nor Lysandra have been fed since their arrival in the marketplace, as their training and display have taken precedence over basic needs. Their emaciated forms are evidence of this neglect, and it's clear that they are near starvation. You'll need to provide them with food soon if you want them to remain healthy and strong for your amusement.

Both Av and Lysandra follow you to the dining room, their steps hesitant yet eager as they anticipate the food that will sustain them after their long journey and arduous introduction into your domain. As the servants lay out a lavish spread upon the table, the two princesses exchange glances, each one unsure how to behave in this strange new setting where they have been reduced from rulers to playthings at the mercy of another's whims. The tension is palpable as they wait for you to take your seat and issue your commands.