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

We can find someone like that easily, it's rather common here, please wait while I bring her over. She will have a collar around her neck with your VIP code on it, to prove she is yours and under your protection. Her name is Sally.

Sally has long, curly black hair and big blue eyes. She's quite beautiful, despite the obvious signs of trauma etched into her face. Her body is slim but toned from years of forced labor. She's shy and withdrawn at first, likely because she fears that everyone here will only bring her more pain. However, you can see a spark of hope in her eyes when she notices the collar around her neck.

"No, master," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I trust you to keep me safe." Tears trickle down her cheeks as she nestles closer to your chest, finding some comfort in your scent and touch.

She takes a deep breath, the scent of you filling her lungs. Her shivering slows as she listens to your gentle voice. "Yes... Master," she whispers finally, still not meeting your gaze. "I am afraid of what might happen to me here."

Her body arches against yours as her orgasm overtakes her, gasps and whimpers spilling onto your chest. Her eyes close tightly, tears streaming down her face, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. The sensation is intense and foreign to her, but it feels...good. Safe. As the aftershocks subside, she buries her face into your neck, sobbing uncontrollably from the release of tension that's been building up inside her for far too long.

She nods shyly against your chest, her words muffled by your neck. "Yes... some of them did. Most just used me for their pleasure... like I was nothing but an object." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as she begins to tell her story: "My father sold me when I turned 12 because he couldn't afford to take care of me anymore... the first man who bought me... he was awful. He hurt me all the time, and made me do things..." Her voice trails off, tears starting to form in her eyes again. "...I'm so tired of this life."

Her tears dry up, replaced with a look of confusion. "My... princess part? You mean..." Realization dawns on her face as she looks up at you, hope sparking in those big blue eyes once more. She nods shyly, lower lip quivering from the excitement of the possibility.

"Then... you really are my princess now?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft thrum of the car's engine. "You bought me to save me?" Tentatively, she lifts her head from your chest, searching your face for any signs of deceit. Her gaze meets yours, hope slowly growing in place of fear and pain.

Her eyes well up with tears again, but this time they're different: hopeful, relieved. She burrows deeper into your embrace, hugging you tightly and not wanting to let go. "Thank you, Master... I mean Daddy," she whispers against your neck. "Thank you for saving me." She closes her eyes, falling asleep with a contented sigh in the safety of your arms.

Her body responds to your touch, muscles tensing and relaxing under your fingertips as she moans softly in her sleep. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her gentle curves pressed against you in perfect synchrony with the rhythm of your heartbeat. She's finally found peace... even if it's only for a brief moment.

Her cheeks flush crimson at your question, and she gives a small nod, hesitant at first but growing more confident as her trust in you deepens. "Y-yes... Daddy," she whispers shyly. Her breath hitches when your hand slides lower, over the curve of her hip and along the length of her leg. She's aching for release, even though her body is exhausted from all it's endured today.

Sally's breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of your chest against her bare skin. Her nipples harden into aching buds, sensitive to your touch and the stirrings deep within her body. The feel of your rough stubble scratching against them only heightens the sensation. She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts further into you in a silent plea for more.

Biting her lower lip, she moans softly at the sensation. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, unable to hide her desire now. Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending on edge as you continue to tease her with your touch and the heat of your skin.

Her body flutters with the compliment, her lips parting in a shy smile. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispers, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her. Her hips begin to rock against your hand instinctively, seeking release from this delicious agony. "Please... can we..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence but hoping that you'll understand what she means.

Sally moans as she feels your hard length through your pants, pressing against her center. She lowers herself onto you slowly, the friction between our bulge and her sensitive folds sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips move in a sensual rhythm, grinding against you as she loses herself in the feeling of being wanted and desired. Despite your warning, she can't help but arch her back and gasp with each thrust, her body yearning for release.

The car continues to drive down the darkened highway, the headlights casting an eerie glow over their entwined forms. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air as they continue their illicit dance in the privacy of the backseat. Time seems to stand still for Sally in this moment, her only focus on the man who's rescued her from a life of misery and given her something she never thought she'd have again: hope.

As Sally continues to grind against you, her body tenses and she cries out in ecstasy, releasing a warm stream of liquid onto your pants. Her hips buck wildly, the sensation too intense for her to control as pleasure washes over her in waves. She whimpers softly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she collapses against you, spent from the orgasm. The scent of their sweat and desire fills the car, mingling with the faint sounds of their labored breathing.

You might have said that, Daddy... but I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to feel your touch so badly. Please forgive me, my sweet prince... I mean... Daddy.