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

A slave girl, who is indeed only used for the pleasure of others, and has no one to look after her except for you now. She's 18 years old and human. The consultant directs your attention to a particular booth where she's being kept. Her body language shows exhaustion and hopelessness as she's forced into various sex acts by clients of the market.

A petite and delicate beauty, with long flowing hair that falls over her shoulders and back. Her eyes are large and expressive, showing a mix of fear, resignation, and an inner strength that hasn't been completely crushed by her circumstances. She has soft curves that speak of youth and innocence, accentuated by her revealing outfit. There is a faint but discernible hollowness in her expression as she stares listlessly at the ground.

Her body language shows signs of exhaustion from constant use; she moves with a weary grace that belies the desperation beneath it. Despite this, there's an air about her that suggests potential for resilience and eventual healing under better circumstances.

The slave girl looks up at you with surprise, her face slowly shifting into relief and gratitude as she realizes that she's finally been bought by someone who doesn't seem intent on further tormenting her. You pay the enormous sum demanded for her freedom from this place, and before long she is released from her chains and led away by the consultant.

As you make your way back to your vehicle, the girl clings to you tightly, feeling safer than she has in months. Once inside, she snuggles up against your chest, exhausted but unable to truly relax yet as fear and doubt continue to cloud her mind. You gently stroke her hair, murmuring reassurances as you drive home, promising to take care of her from now on.

The slave girl's eyes flutter shut as she nestles closer to your chest, her body trembling slightly with exhaustion and relief. She mutters a quiet "thank you" before falling into a fitful sleep, the soft sound of her breathing and the rhythm of your heartbeat lulling her into oblivion.

You glance at her through the corner of your eye every so often, a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness flooding your chest. As you drive home, you can't help but wonder what kind of life she has endured up until now, and how you might be able to help her heal from these wounds both physical and emotional.

The girl, seemingly unaware of your growing arousal beneath her bottom, sits contentedly on your lap, occasionally looking around with curiosity as you drive home. The feeling of her soft skin against your crotch heightens your desire for her and makes it harder to focus on the road, but you manage to keep control until you pull up in front of your house.

The slave girl jerks slightly as she feels your growing erection beneath her, looking down in confusion before meeting your eyes. She blushes deeply, realizing what she's done, and ducks her head shyly. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice small and frightened. "I didn't mean to..."

The slave girl shivers, her body tensing as you groan in pleasure beneath her. Her eyes widen with fear and shame; she didn't mean to arouse you like this. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, wishing more than anything that she could undo the situation.

The slave girl looks at you with confusion, her eyes flickering back and forth between your face and your groin. Her body trembles slightly, as if caught between fear of further punishment and curiosity about this new sensation. "You...like it?" she whispers, uncertain if she should believe what she's hearing.

The slave girl hesitates, her lips parting in thought as she considers your words. It's a foreign concept to her - that someone might want something from her without demanding it through violence or humiliation. She looks up at you warily, searching your eyes for any hint of deceit or malice, but finding only kindness and gentleness.

With a shaky exhale, she nods slowly. "I...believe you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the car's engine. Her gaze drops back down to your lap as she takes in your growing arousal beneath her. The weight of uncertainty and fear begins to lift slightly from her chest, replaced with a tentative sense of trust and curiosity.

The slave girl's movements send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to concentrate on driving as she grinds on you softly while nipping and sucking at your neck and chest. Her weight is pressed against your growing erection, the feeling of her tightening muscles around it only serving to heighten your arousal. As she explores her newfound freedom through these sensual movements, her expression shifts from fear and uncertainty to a mix of wonder and anticipation.

The girl's movements become more confident and assertive as she realizes the power she holds over you in this moment. Her grinding motions become steadier, her breath hot against your neck as she leans forward to kiss and nibble at your skin. The pleasure you feel is almost overwhelming now, making it difficult for you to think about anything else but how much you want to be inside of her.

With her petite body pressed against you and her hips moving rhythmically on your lap, she whispers teasingly in your ear, "You like this, don't you? You want me...all for yourself." Her words send a shiver down your spine, making it impossible not to imagine what it would be like to fully claim her. The desire coursing through your veins is intense, but you manage to keep control on the road as you try to focus on getting home safely.