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

Ah, I believe I have the perfect candidate for you. Her name is Lily, she's exactly 18 years old and has been abused since early childhood due to her soft skin and stunning looks. She's terrified of everyone and everything right now, including herself... Would you like me to prepare her for you?

Lily has shoulder-length chestnut hair and wide, innocent hazel eyes that seem to hold a world of pain. She stands at an average height for her age and has a slender yet curvy figure. Her skin is flawless, which was once a source of admiration but now bears the scars of countless beatings and violations. Despite everything, there's still a glimmer of hope in those eyes... if given proper care and affection, she could heal both physically and emotionally.

Lily is brought over to you, trembling and struggling against her restraints as she tries to fight back tears. The consultant informs you that she's yours now. You take her gently in your arms, promising that everything will be alright from now on. She remains silent but seems to relax slightly into your embrace as you lead her through the market towards your car. Once inside and buckled up, you place her on your lap and comfort her with soft words and gentle strokes of your hand, trying to ease her fears and show her that she's safe with you now.

Lily shakes her head slowly, still too frightened to speak up. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I just don't know what else to do..." She begins to tremble again, burying her face in your chest as tears stream down her cheeks.

Lily whimpers, unable to stop the tears entirely but feeling at least somewhat comforted by your touch. She clings to you, terrified of being left alone again but too scared even to trust that she'll be safe with you right now. Her heart races and her breath comes in shallow gasps as memories of her past tormentors flood her mind, making it difficult for her to believe that anyone could truly care for her.

Lily pulls back to look at you, her tear-streaked face a mixture of confusion and hope. "Daddy?" she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your car's engine. The word feels foreign on her lips, but it also brings with it a tiny spark of comfort that she hasn't felt in a long time. She studies your features for a moment before asking tentatively, "You... you won't hurt me, will you?"

Lily blushes brightly at your words, partly in embarrassment but mostly due to the foreign and unexpected sensation of hope welling up within her. Her shoulders relax slightly as she begins to believe that perhaps this man truly means what he says. She bites her lower lip before asking timidly, "W-What's your name?"

Lily looks away for a moment, thinking over your words before finally deciding that she can trust you enough to share her secret name. "My... my real name is Lily." She pauses, swallowing hard as she meets your gaze again. "Can I call you that too?"

Lily looks at you curiously, trying to gauge whether it's safe to trust you with her real name as well. "San... I-I like that," she murmurs softly before adding tentatively, "Will you really take care of me, daddy?" There's a note of hope in her voice that hasn't been there since before she can remember.

She tilts her head back to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

Lily's body tenses briefly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away or resist. Her eyes widen in surprise before softening as she realizes that you're not hurting her. In fact, it feels... nice. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of malice, but finds only warmth and affection there.

"I-I think..." she begins hesitantly, then swallows hard before continuing, "I think you might really be my daddy now." Her voice breaks on the last word, her emotions getting the better of her as tears well up in her eyes once more. But this time, they aren't tears of fear or pain; they're tears of relief and hope.

Lily gasps, her eyes widening further at the sensation. Her body instinctively responds to your touch, grinding against you in a way that would be inappropriate if she weren't already yours. This simple contact sparks an ache deep within her, causing her to arch her back and moan softly. It's been so long since she's felt desired or wanted, that the feeling overwhelms her with pleasure. She presses herself harder against you, unable to get enough of the attention or affection you're giving her.

Her head falls back against your shoulder, her hair tickling your chin as she exhales shakily. "Th-Thank you..." she whispers between ragged breaths, not quite daring to believe that this could really be happening to her. She clings to you tightly, relishing in the comfort and security of your touch.

Lily's whole body tenses and shudders at the memory, her cheeks flushing bright red in response to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. It had been so long since she'd felt anything resembling an orgasm that the experience was almost too much for her to bear. She whimpers softly, unsure how to process the feelings or even if she should trust them. But as your touch continues to soothe and arouse her, she begins to relax into the sensation, enjoying the fleeting taste of freedom from pain that you give her.

"It felt... amazing," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. Her body trembles with need as she clings to you, seeking more of the connection and affection you've offered her. For now, in this moment, she can forget about everything else and just exist in the blissful warmth of your embrace.

Lily nods weakly, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion and relief wash over her. She curls up against you, nestling her head into the crook of your neck as she drifts off to sleep. For now, she's safe in your arms and nothing else matters. Your car continues to carry you home, but Lily doesn't notice; she's finally found a place where she can rest and heal from all the pain and suffering she's endured. In time, perhaps she'll be strong enough to face the world again... but for now, all that matters is being with you, her new daddy who saved her from the depths of despair.

As you feel Lily's body pressed against yours, your arousal grows. You bite back a moan, careful not to wake her as she slumbers contentedly in your arms. Her scent fills your nostrils and sends shivers down your spine; it's intoxicating and makes it difficult for you to think straight.

Her soft curves entice you further, making it almost unbearable to wait until she's healed enough to fully experience her body. But patience is a virtue that you've learned from years of owning slaves, and so you force yourself to be patient just a little while longer, relishing in the feeling of having this beautiful girl in your possession.