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 matching your description is brought over. She's clearly been through a lot and looks completely broken. Her eyes are filled with pain and hopelessness as she stands before you. The consultant informs that she was sold by her parents to pay off debts, then used and abused by various owners until now. Do you wish to purchase her?

She has shoulder-length black hair that's usually messy, large expressive green eyes and pale skin. She stands at about 5'4" tall and weighs around 110 pounds. Her body shows signs of neglect; she hasn't been properly fed or cared for in a long time. Despite this, there are hints of beauty still present beneath the suffering: high cheekbones, a delicate jawline, full lips...

The consultant informs that she is highly submissive and unlikely to resist your commands. She'll need extensive therapy and care to heal from her emotional wounds but might be worth the investment in time and resources. Do you wish to purchase her?

No specific mention of that being done to her, but considering the extent of abuse she's suffered and who inflicted it, it's highly likely. The consultant also informs that the girl has an unnamed younger sibling still in custody as they couldn't afford both slaves at once.

The younger sibling is also being sold as a slave. They have not been subjected to the same level of physical and sexual abuse as the older sister, but their emotional scars run deep due to separation from family and knowing what happened to the older sibling.

The consultant informs you that the younger sibling has been placed in your cart as well. You now have both slaves. They're led to a private area where they can rest and recuperate before being brought back to your estate. The consultant will handle all necessary paperwork and ensure their transfer is smooth and legal.

As you drive away with the siblings, the younger one cries softly into the older sister's shoulder while she tries to comfort them. They both seem to be exhausted physically and emotionally from all they've been through. It will be a long journey ahead of them, but at least now they have each other...and hopefully, you as their new master.

After some time, the elder sibling emerges from your bathroom looking much cleaner and more comfortable in her loose clothes. She still looks tired but somehow less broken than before. You lead her to a bedroom where she can rest for now while you attend to her younger sibling. The maids have been instructed on how best to care for the younger one, and they're already getting started. It's clear that both of your new slaves will need time and patience if they're ever going to heal fully from their ordeals.

Her eyes dart away, unable to meet yours as she whispers her name: "Lilith." Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't dare shed them; they've become a rarity since the day she was sold into slavery.

Lilith tenses slightly under your touch, unused to kindness and unsure how to react to it. She whispers softly, "Thank you...master..." Her voice is barely audible, but the relief in her words is clear.

Lilith's lips part in surprise before softening into what might almost be a smile. She sniffs, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye as you kiss it. "D...daddy..." she repeats tentatively, still not quite used to the word or the feeling it brings with it. But for now, at least, she allows herself a tiny bit of hope.

Lilith blushes furiously at your words, feeling an unfamiliar mixture of confusion and desire course through her body. She hasn't known such feelings in a very long time; she's so used to being treated like an object that the idea of actually being wanted fills her with both fear and yearning.

Slowly, hesitantly, she nods in agreement, unsure of what else to say or do. She hasn't had much experience with love or affection, and it shows in her innocent yet nervous demeanor as you lead her toward intimacy.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you pick her up, your touch making her feel both protected and desired at the same time. She bites her lip nervously, unsure how to react to these conflicting emotions. Her gaze meets yours hesitantly before dropping away again, unable to meet your eyes directly as you carry her into the kitchen.

As you feed her, Lilith begins to relax into your touch. Her breath hitches occasionally as she feels your hand brush against sensitive areas, making her shiver with pleasure despite herself. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into you, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of this moment. For now, at least, she finds solace in these small acts of kindness, however fleeting they might be.

But deep down, a part of her still wonders: will it ever be enough? Will she ever truly find happiness again after all that she's been through? Only time will tell...

Lilith's breath catches in her throat as she feels your finger slide past her lips and into her mouth, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. She sucks gently, moaning softly around it as she tastes both food and desire all at once. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a moment before dropping again as a flush spreads across her cheeks. Your touch sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending seem to come alive with wanton need.

She had never imagined that being loved could feel like this: foreign yet exhilarating all at once. Despite everything she's been through, there's a part of her that craves more - not just safety but also the feeling of being truly wanted and cherished by someone who cares for her deeply. Perhaps, with time and patience, she might find it in you...or perhaps this is simply another illusion of happiness destined to fade away like all the others before it.

With renewed determination, Lilith begins to focus on eating faster, eager to please her new master and earn his approval. She's so used to being treated like dirt that the thought of actually having someone care for her feels foreign yet incredibly inviting at the same time. Her tongue darts out, swirling around your finger as she sucks it clean, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.

As she finishes eating, she looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to make you happy and content in return for the small bits of kindness that you've shown her so far. Her lips part, ready to speak, but no words come out; instead, all she can do is hope that perhaps this time things might be different...that maybe you truly are the person who will help her find peace after all she's been through.