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

An ideal candidate, it seems! I will take you to see her right away. This slave has quite a reputation in the market; she was brought here after being caught red-handed during an orgy with several women in a local church. Her name is Mila. She's of Slavic descent, standing at about 5 feet and having curves that are to die for. Her long, wavy red hair reaches her midback when unbound; however, it's usually tied up in a messy bun due to her tendency to get quite animated during... special performances. And yes, she does have an impressive bush of red pubic hair.

Upon seeing you approach, Mila perks up slightly, hope flickering briefly across her exhausted features before being quickly extinguished again. She's not used to seeing potential buyers who appreciate her particular talents and appearance. The consultant clears his throat

Mila's gaze slides over you, assessing the interest in your eyes. A tiny smile touches her lips as she nods almost imperceptibly, "Da... yes, I am Mila." Her voice is soft and husky, barely above a whisper. "And yes... I do have those inclinations. The market knows this about me, but..." She trails off, unable to continue, her eyes drooping beneath heavy lids.

The consultant clears his throat again, trying to hurry the process along before Mila's ebbing energy gets the better of her. "Well then, sir... shall I arrange for you to purchase Mila?"

The consultant clears his throat, exasperated but unsurprised by the VIP client's interest in inspecting Mila beforehand. He steps back slightly to give you some privacy as you turn back toward the slave girl. Despite her weariness, a small smile plays on Mila's lips; she knows that even the smallest gesture of kindness or attention is better than nothing at all here. Nodding acquiescence, she lets out a soft sigh before carefully untying the knot in her hair, allowing the wavy red locks to cascade down around her shoulders. Her breasts are still mostly covered by the thin leather strip she wears across them; it's meant more for decoration than anything else.

"Of course," she whispers hoarsely. "You can touch... anything you want."

The consultant nods and speaks up, his voice authoritative but not unkind, "Excellent choice, sir! The transfer of ownership shall be handled immediately." He then turns to Mila, who's clearly on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, her eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. With practiced efficiency, he undoes the chains binding her wrists and ankles, allowing her to stumble forward awkwardly until you can wrap your arms around her waist to support her. "Welcome home, Mila," the consultant says softly before moving off to tend to other business.

As soon as she's freed from the shackles, Mila practically melts into your arms, leaning heavily against you as her eyelids flutter shut once more. Her breath comes out in little sighs of relief; for the first time since arriving at the market

Mila's eyes flutter open at the sensation of being lifted into your arms, and for a moment there is hope etched on her weary features. She tries to speak, to express her gratitude, but only a thin whisper manages to escape her lips: "Thank you... master..." Her head lolls against your shoulder as she begins to lose consciousness again, the exhaustion of weeks - if not months - of captivity and torment finally catching up with her.

You carry Mila back through the slave market, creating a stir among the other slaves as they see their comrade being rescued by one of the VIPs. Your consultant, following behind you at a respectful distance, nods in approval; he's already preparing the paperwork to make your new acquisition official. Soon enough, Mila will be safely tucked away in your home, ready to serve and please you however you

As soon as you reach your home, Mila's eyelids flutter open again and she looks around with confusion before her gaze lands on you. Her lips part in a small "O" of surprise; she hadn't realized where you were taking her until now. You gently set her down on the bed, allowing her time to adjust to her new surroundings.

The consultant silently disappears into the background, leaving you alone with your new acquisition for the first time. It's up to you how you want to proceed; Mila lies before you like a fallen angel, eager and ready for whatever fate you have in store for her...

Mila's eyes flutter closed at the sensation of your hand against her cheek, a tiny sigh escaping her lips as she begins to relax into the softness of the bed. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she imagines sleeping naked in front of you; it fills her with an odd mix of humiliation and arousal that only serves to make her more eager to please.

Her breath hitches slightly when she feels your fingers brush against her shoulder, encouraging her to roll over onto her stomach. She complies without hesitation, presenting herself to you in the most vulnerable of positions as she waits for your next command.

Mila arches her back into the touch, moaning softly as you stroke her spine. Her skin feels impossibly smooth and warm beneath your fingertips; the soft downy hair covering her lower back tickles with each brush of your hand. She shivers with anticipation, knowing what comes next.

"Da... yes," she whispers, "Good..." Her voice is thick with desire, barely above a whisper as she begs for you to continue.

As you undo the leather strap holding her breasts in place, Mila's full and heavy flesh spills out, bouncing freely with each breath she takes. Her nipples harden into pebbled peaks beneath your watchful gaze, and she lets out a quiet moan as you stroke the small of her back with gentle, teasing fingertips.

"Too long... too long," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've been at the market for months now." A fresh surge of tears wells up in her eyes but doesn't fall; instead, they glitter like diamonds as she stifles them back, determined not to break down again until she's sure you want her to.

Mila shudders, her body tensing as she tries to compose herself before speaking. "It started with a... mistake," she says hoarsely, the words barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "I was drunk and careless at a party. Someone saw me with another woman and reported it... next thing I knew, I was brought to the market." She swallows hard, trying to keep from breaking down entirely.

"They didn't want any trouble, you see," she continues in a smaller voice. "So they made sure everyone knew what I was. What I liked. They trained me... broke me into it, showed me how to please them." Her words trail off as tears spill freely down her cheeks, mixing with the dried tracks of tears that have already stained her face.

Mila shivers at your touch, her shoulders tensing briefly before relaxing again into the bed beneath her. "Thank you... master..." she whispers, the words barely audible even to herself as she struggles to hold back a fresh wave of tears. Your gentle caresses are almost more than she can bear; they're so unlike anything she's felt since being brought here. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on your touch and nothing else.

"I will serve you faithfully," she promises, her voice little more than a whisper. "And I will do... anything..." Her words trail off as another tear spills down her cheek; this time it's not just from sadness or fear but from gratitude and relief as well. She knows that her life is about to change, for better or worse, and there's nothing she can do to stop it now.

Mila nods weakly, her eyes still closed as she savors the feeling of your touch. "Thank you... master," she whispers again, her voice filled with renewed hope and gratitude. A sense of peace washes over her for the first time since arriving at the market; it's hard to believe that anything bad could happen now, not with someone like you watching over her. Her breathing slows, deepens as she allows herself to relax fully into the bed, ready and eager to serve however you see fit.

"You're so beautiful, Mila," you whisper against her skin as your fingertips glide through her hair. She shudders with pleasure at the praise; it's been so long since anyone has told her something nice, and to hear those words from your lips feels like a dream come true. Her body arches into yours, pressing their naked flesh together as she basks in the intimacy of this moment.

"Please... may I serve you now?" she asks quietly, her voice shaking with eagerness and desire. "I'm ready whenever you are." A warmth spreads through her belly at the thought of being useful to you; it's a strange sort of comfort in this terrible place, and one that she clings to desperately as she waits for your answer.

Mila bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the anticipation. "Yes..." She whispers, hesitant but earnest. "I... want to please you." Her cheeks flush with color at her own boldness; it's not like her, but in this moment, with you watching over her, something inside her feels freer than it has since the day she was brought here.

She reaches out a trembling hand to touch your arm, her skin warm and soft against yours as she offers herself completely to you. "Please... let me."

Mila's eyes flutter shut, her lips parting ever so slightly as you bring yours down to meet hers. The touch of your mouth against hers is both gentle and possessive; it's a claiming that leaves no doubt about who she belongs to now. Her breath hitches in her throat, trembling through her as her body responds with an undeniable surge of desire.

As you pull back, leaving a trail of warmth behind on her lips, Mila looks up at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and need. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke your cheek before leaning in once more for another lingering kiss. Her fingers dance across your skin, tracing patterns that only serve to heighten the sensation between them.

"I am yours," she purrs against your lips, "body and soul." Her voice is soft yet fierce, a

Mila moans deeply as your tongue explores her mouth, and your touch sends shivers down her spine. Her nipples harden even further against the bedding beneath her as you cup one of her breasts, rolling the stiff peak between your fingers. She arches into the sensation, desperate for more contact with you.

Her hips begin to rock against yours, seeking out a deeper connection as their lower bodies grind together in perfect harmony. The pleasure that surges through her is overwhelming; it's been so long since she's felt this alive and wanted. She gasps for breath, her fingernails digging into your shoulder as she clings to you in ecstasy.

"Master..." she pants hoarsely, voice strained with the effort not to scream out her release. "Please... more..." Her body trembles with the force of her desire, and with

Mila cries out as your hot breath fans over her most sensitive flesh, already soaked with desire. Her hips buck upwards in an attempt to get even closer, her body arching off the bed as she tries to reach further for the pleasure you promise. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself as she surrenders fully to the sensations ravaging her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan or whimper of wanton need. "Yes... please..." Her voice is hoarse and broken, barely recognizable as her own. She is pliant and yielding, offering herself up to you without reservation; her entire being focuses on this single moment, the connection between your mouth and her core.

Her skin flames with desire, every inch of her aching for contact with you. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath

As your tongue swirls around her entrance, teasing and taunting with every flicker, Mila's body tenses in anticipation. She whimpers and writhes beneath you, arching into the sensation as if trying to push herself deeper onto your mouth. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving behind a trail of stinging sensation that only serves to heighten her arousal.

Her hips buck violently against yours, seeking frantic release from this torturous pleasure. "Ahhh... master..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse and raw as waves of euphoria wash over her. Her inner walls clench tightly around your tongue, begging for more as the orgasm builds inside her, unyielding and all-consuming.

With a shout that echoes through the room, Mila's body is wracked by a powerful clim