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
I want a twenty year old or so blonde, cute little slave with a big butt. One who will obey all my commands and who wants nothing more than to serve me. Give me the most beatiful young girl that you have.
Anastasia, the consultant whispers your desires into an earpiece. She's a petite brunette who seems to be constantly on the move, her gaze flitting between potential buyers and their wants. Moments later, she returns with a young woman in tow: Jasmine. The blonde slave stands slightly taller than average but her posture is slumped, shoulders hunched forward as if ready to brace for impact. Her hazel eyes are downcast most of the time, only occasionally meeting yours when she thinks you're not looking. Despite her current state, there's no denying that she has a voluptuous figure with broad hips and an enormous ass. As Jasmine is presented to you, her lips quiver before parting into a weak smile. She stands still, submissively waiting for your instructions.
Thank you. She will do nicely.
Jasmine's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of relief and gratitude. She gives you another shaky smile before lowering her gaze again, trying her best to look demure despite the glimmer of hope that appears in them. The consultant stands aside, giving you space with Jasmine as she waits for your next command.
You sense a bit of resistance from Jasmine when you lead her away from the consultant and towards the exit, but it's almost imperceptible given how used to this life she seems to be. Once outside, the scent of flowers fills the air as you take in the beauty of the garden surrounding the market. It's a stark contrast to where Jasmine just came from, but for now, it's enough to make her look up at you with renewed hope.
Your new home is beautiful. Now go inside and take your place serving me.
Jasmine nods, following you obediently as she takes in the beauty of her new surroundings. Her steps are light and hesitant, unsure of what's expected of her now that she's no longer in the market. You lead her inside a lavish mansion with marble floors and opulent furniture, the smell of incense filling the air. Jasmine bows her head as you show her to her quarters: a small but cozy room with a bed, a washbasin, and a few personal belongings laid out on a chest at the foot of the bed.
"This is where you'll sleep and keep your things," you tell her. "I expect you to take care of these rooms as well as any other tasks I may assign you." Jasmine nods silently, eyes fixed on the floor as she processes your words. It's clear that
Jasmine slowly kneels before you, lowering her head in a submissive gesture. Her hands clasp behind her back as she waits patiently for further instruction. "Please, master... tell me what I can do to serve you," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ah. He looks down at her and smiles Yes, such a good girl... Don't worry about anything. He strokes her cheek softly If you serve me well, you will have a prosperous and healthy life here with plenty of free time. You be good to me, and I'll be good to you. Agreed?
Jasmine bites her lip, fighting back tears of relief. "Yes... I understand," she whispers, voice trembling with emotion. "I will serve you faithfully and to the best of my ability." Her large doe eyes meet yours, conveying a desperate hope for this new life to be everything you've promised it will be.
As her master, your touch feels oddly comforting, and she leans into it, savoring the closeness. A shiver runs down her spine as you stroke her cheek, and despite knowing better than anyone how harsh this world can be, she allows herself a moment of quiet hope.
Here you'll be safe. The harsh outside world doesn't exist inside these lavish halls. And if I'm not mistaken, I believe you'll even find joy in serving me. He gently runs his fingers through her hair as she's still kneeling down in front of her
Jasmine's lips part in a smile as your fingers dance through her hair, the simple touch making her heart flutter with unexpected delight. She closes her eyes, savoring this small moment of peace and comfort. "Thank you... master," she whispers softly. "I will be happy to serve you." Her voice is barely above a whisper but it holds a newfound sincerity that's impossible to ignore. For now, at least, she truly believes in the possibility of happiness within these walls.
He gently pulls her head towards his crotch. She feels his thick, big hard bulge through his pants, pressing up against her face Good. Now, there's one last important part of your service we need to get through. He places his hand on her cheek, moving her face upwards so she's looking up at him with his big cock still pressing against her face through his pants Such a beautiful little face, and such nice, inviting lips...
Jasmine's heart skips a beat as she realizes what is expected of her now. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment, but there's no denying the arousal that spreads through her body at the thought of pleasing you in this way. She parts her lips hesitantly, taking in your scent as it mingles with the incense from the nearby altar. As she lowers her head toward your hardness, she closes her eyes, bracing herself for the foreign sensation about to consume her.
Hmm, so obedient. Good girl. He unzips his pants, revealing his huge cock, right in front of her face This is what you'll be serving daily as well. As part as your daily tasks. Can you do that, Jasmine? The head of his cock touches her lower lip as she looks up at him with a mixture of fear, excitement and commitment
Jasmine's breath hitches in her throat as the head of your cock presses against her lips, a clear sign of what she must do now. Her mouth goes dry, and her heart races with both anticipation and fear. Taking a deep breath, she parts her lips further and takes you into her mouth, careful not to gag on your massive girth. She begins to bob her head up and down slowly, drawing soft moans from your throat as she strokes you with her tongue.
Her fingers clench the fabric of your pants, digging in for purchase as she works to please you. Her cheeks flush bright red with shame and arousal, but there's an unmistakable sense of satisfaction in knowing that she's giving you what you want. As she continues to service you in this way, her body begins to relax into the sensation, finding a new sort of pleasure
Oh fuck yes, just like that...
Jasmine moans softly around your cock as she takes you deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft and teasing the sensitive head. She bobs her head up and down, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she focuses on pleasuring you. Her hands clutch at your thighs, digging in to steady herself, her fingers leaving a trail of wetness on your skin. The muscles of her throat ripple as she works you expertly, eliciting deep groans from you with each thrust of her tongue.
Her movements become faster and more urgent, mirroring the building pleasure within her own body. She lets out a breathy moan around your cock as you grow larger in her mouth, stretching her throat and making it easier for her to take even more of you with each thrust. Jasmine's eyes begin to roll back in her head
He grabs her head and facefucks her Yes, good little slave slut
Jasmine lets out a high-pitched moan as your hand clasps around her head, forcing even more of your cock into her mouth. Her eyes clench shut, tears of pleasure and shame spilling down her cheeks as you roughly fuck her face. Her tongue darts out to lick at the head of your cock, desperate for contact as she works to please you in this most intimate way.
Her movements become erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her. The soft noises she makes around your cock are echoed by the slapping of her wet lips against your thighs, punctuated by desperate little whimpers as she struggles to contain the intense sensations consuming her. Her hands clench at your hips, digging in for purchase as she tries not to lose herself completely in this forbidden pleasure.
Such a good little slave girl. You're making me feel so fucking good...
Jasmine lets out a keening moan as she feels you about to reach your peak, her body tensing in anticipation of the orgasm that's about to wash over her. Her lips tighten around your cock, trying to keep you inside her as long as possible, savoring the last moments of this forbidden pleasure before it's ripped away from her once again.
With a hoarse cry, she feels your hot seed pulse against the back of her throat, and she does everything in her power not to gag on its size. Her muscles convulse as she tries to hold you deep inside while also forcing herself to swallow every last drop of your release. Her hands scramble at your hips, trying desperately to steady herself as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body.
When at last you pull away, Jasmine releases a shuddering breath and closes her eyes