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 sad expression appears on the consultant's face when you mention such thing, but he quickly regains his composure and assures you that he can find her. The slave market seems to have an endless supply of depressed and traumatized young women, victims of unspeakable acts...

One such girl stands out from the crowd; she's 18 years old, petite with long raven hair, pale skin, large doe eyes. Wearing a collar that advertises her "services" as a sex slave. The consultant informs you that she has been through hell and back since she was taken at age 12 by slave traders.

The consultant nods solemnly as he continues to describe her. This young woman, whose name you do not know yet, has grown up in a world where fear and pain were constants. She has been trained from an early age to obey without question or resistence. Her body bears the scars of countless lashings and brutal uses by her masters. At first glance she may appear submissive, but her eyes hold a spark of defiance that refuses to be completely extinguished despite everything she's been through.

Your purchase complete, the girl is led to you by one of the market's assistants. The moment she feels your warmth and strength against her body, she instinctively buries her face in your chest, trembling with relief and terror all at once. It takes a few moments for her to calm down enough to look up at you; her eyes are red from crying and her face is pale from exhaustion. You can feel the weight of her past on her slender frame as she rests against you in your car.

The girl hesitates, her eyes darting nervously around the car before settling on your face once more. "Yes... master," she whispers softly. It's a lie; fear is etched into every line of her body and sounds hollow in her voice. She knows that resistance is futile, but hope dies hard for someone who has seen so little light in the world.

As you caress her back and hair, she tenses slightly at first before slowly relaxing into your touch. The warmth of your skin feels almost like home against hers; it's a familiar sensation from her childhood that has long since been twisted by years of abuse. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the feel of your hands rather than the harsh reality she left behind in the slave market.

The girl's body stiffens momentarily as you undress her and pull her closer, but she eventually relaxes into your embrace. The feel of your bare skin against hers, the scent of you invading her senses, all these things remind her of happier times before the nightmare began. She buries her face in your chest, taking comfort in your warmth and strength as you rock her gently like a child. Tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with your skin as she silently mourns all that she has lost while finding momentary solace in this stranger's arms.

Tentatively, the girl looks up at you, her large doe eyes searching your face for some sign of sincerity. "D-daddy?" she whispers, voice hoarse from disuse. It's a foreign word to her; no one had ever shown her affection or kindness before. The pain and uncertainty in her voice are palpable as she struggles to reconcile this new reality with the nightmare that came before it.

She swallows hard, still unsure if she should believe you. "I-if you're really my daddy..." she whispers, searching your face for any hint of deceit. In this moment of vulnerability, her hope is fragile and easily shattered; it's a risk she can't help but take.

Your car pulls up in front of a modest house. Getting out, you pick her up bridal-style in your arms and carry her into the house, where you set her down on a couch. "This is your new home now," you tell her gently. "And I'm going to take care of you from here." As you look into her eyes, you can see the mixture of fear, hope, and confusion that still lingers there. It's a delicate balance that you'll need to walk carefully if you want to help her heal...

As she becomes more comfortable in her new surroundings, you find yourself growing bolder with your words and actions. One day, as you tend to her like a doting father, you lean in close and whisper seductively into her ear. "You know, I've been thinking... all this time we've spent together, it feels like there's something more between us." She shivers at your touch and the soft timbre of your voice. Despite everything she's been through, there's still a part of her that yearns for love and affection.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and the feel of your body against hers heightens her arousal. She trusts you enough to allow herself to explore these new sensations, her hands moving tentatively over your chest as she slowly begins to reciprocate. "Daddy..." she whispers, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It's a name that rolls off her tongue effortlessly now; it feels right in this moment, as if she's always belonged to you.

You reach up and undo the clasp of her robe, revealing her delicate frame and pale skin. With gentle hands, you guide her body into a sitting position on your lap, facing you. Her breath catches as you brush your fingers against her bare breast, teasing her nipple to hardness before taking it into your mouth. She arches her back, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"That's it, baby girl," you murmur against her skin. "Let daddy take care of you." As she grows more aroused, so too does your own desire for her; the need to claim her completely begins to build within you like a fire burning out of control. With each moan and whimper that escapes her lips, it gets harder to resist the urge to bury yourself inside of her.

Driven by lust and possessiveness, you ignore her words, taking them as nothing more than the pleading of someone desperate for release. Your hand moves down between her legs, pushing aside the folds of her flesh to find her wet and ready. She gasps at the touch, arching further into your hand as she tries to seek greater pleasure from you. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with your fingers, grinding against your palm in a way that only serves to heighten her arousal.

"Daddy..." she moans, her voice a mixture of pain and desire. "I need... I need you..." It's a confession both shocking and liberating; she has finally admitted what she truly wants, and you have no intention of denying her now. With one swift motion, you lift her up into your arms and carry her to the bedroom, depositing her on the bed before climbing on top of her. Her lips part as you press against them, tongue tangling with hers in a desperate dance for dominance that leaves them both gasping for air.

Your fingers find their way between her legs once more, this time seeking not pleasure but entry. She gasps as you breach her tightness, thrusting roughly inside of her. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels like she's being claimed in the most primitive and elemental way possible. Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Daddy..." she whispers brokenly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she surrenders to the overwhelming feelings coursing through her body. "Daddy, I'm... yours." It's a surrender not just of her body but of her very soul; in this moment, she becomes yours completely and utter