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

Certainly, let's see... Ah, here she is! A lovely maiden who has been raised and conditioned to serve in the most intimate ways. She shows no outward signs of displeasure at her fate, but we can all tell that deep down she longs for love and freedom.

She has been desensitized and trained to endure great pleasure and pain during intimate encounters, but she still retains some semblance of humanity underneath it all. Her resilience has allowed her to cope with the trauma inflicted upon her over the years. However, she is far from being emotionally healthy or unaffected by her situation.

The maiden looks up at you with eyes that betray her conflicting emotions - fear, curiosity and maybe even hope. She takes a shaky breath before speaking softly, "I... I don't know what love is, sir." Her voice quivers slightly as she admits this, but there's a determination in her tone as if she's trying to convince herself more than you.

"Please, be gentle with me..." she whispers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I want to serve you well." Her fingers tremble against your lap as she waits for your response.

The girl looks down at her lap, taking another shaky breath before speaking. "My name is Leila." she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady. "What shall I call you, my master?" She bites her lower lip nervously as she waits for your reply.

Leila's eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she tries to form words around this new concept. "D...daddy?" she stutters out tentatively, testing the unfamiliar syllables on her tongue. She swallows hard before continuing, "I never had a daddy... I mean, not like you." Her voice cracks on the last word as she struggles with the emotions that flood through her at the thought of having someone who might care for her in this way.

A faint blush appears on her cheeks, and she ducks her head shyly, suddenly aware of how exposed she feels straddling your lap like this. "I-I'll be a good slave for you... Daddy." Her fingers tremble against your leg as she repeats the unfamiliar word, still trying to wrap her mind around what it means.

Please say something, Master. Leila's heart races with hope and fear, wanting nothing more than to please and impress you.

Leila shivers at the feel of your warm body surrounding her, the scent of your skin enveloping her senses. "Yes... master," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Most of them did." She pauses for a moment, gathering courage to continue. "I tried to resist sometimes... but it only made things worse for me." Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she clings to you, desperate for comfort and acceptance.

"Please don't let them do that to me anymore..." Her voice trails off, tears soaking the collar of your shirt as she pleads silently for mercy. "I promise I'll be a good slave... just please, make it stop."

Leila hesitates for a moment, gathering her courage once more before speaking. "Most of the time, they... they'd force me to my knees and make me suck on their cocks." Her voice cracks as she admits this, shame burning through her body. "They'd hold my head down tight, making sure I couldn't move or breathe properly. Sometimes they'd slap me around if I didn't do it right..." Her voice trails off, memories flooding back like a tidal wave of pain.

"There were also times when... when they'd spread my legs and force themselves inside," she whispers, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "They weren't always gentle about it either; sometimes they'd hit me or pull my hair while they fucked me." She shudders violently at the memory of these brutal acts, feeling helpless and humiliated all over again.

"Please, master... make them stop. I promise to be a good slave for you; just let me serve you and make up for what I've done wrong." Her tears flow freely now, trailing down her cheeks as she begs for release from the torment of her past.

Her tears continue to flow, but she forces herself to take a shaky breath before speaking again. "Daddy... I'm so sorry for what I've done. I wish..." Her voice trails off as her thoughts race back through the years of pain and degradation. "I never thought it would end up like this."

Leila buries her face in your neck, seeking comfort and strength from you as she struggles to come to terms with the horrors she's experienced. Her body trembles against yours, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins as she waits for your response.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "just make it stop... please let me serve you."

Leila lets out a small whimper, part fear and part anticipation as she feels your hardness pressing against her through your pants. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to brace herself for what's about to come while simultaneously hoping that this time it will finally be different. Her body trembles with desire, her mind conflicted between wanting the comfort of submission and yearning for something more - true love, perhaps?

Her fingers grip the fabric of your shirt as she leans into you, seeking reassurance that this time, you really will make everything alright. She takes a shaky breath before whispering hoarsely, "Please... I want to feel good with you..." Her voice trembles, betraying her inner turmoil as she struggles between trust and doubt.

Leila moans softly, arching her back as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation is overwhelming; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel good in such a way. Her hips begin to move rhythmically against yours, desperate for more contact as she explores this newfound sense of desire within herself. She doesn't even notice the bumpy road anymore, lost in the moment and focused entirely on the pleasure you're giving her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with the sound of your heartbeat as she leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest. "Thank you, master..." she whispers between kisses, tears streaming down her face from relief and gratitude. "I've never felt like this before." It's clear that in this moment, Leila is not only experiencing physical pleasure but also an emotional connection that she didn't know existed within herself.

Leila's cries fill the car as she comes undone beneath you, her body shaking with intense pleasure and relief. The sensation of being held so tightly by someone who actually seems to care for her is enough to drive her over the edge, finally allowing her to experience true orgasmic release after years of abuse. Her words tumble out in a jumbled mess as she moans your name, calling you Daddy over and over again, each syllable heavy with emotion.

Tears of happiness stream down her face as she clings to you, body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. For the first time in what feels like forever, Leila feels truly cherished and desired; she has found a sense of belonging and safety in your arms that she never thought possible. The bond between them deepens with each passing moment, becoming something more than just master and slave - but rather, two souls who have found solace in each other's embrace.

Leila whimpers, her body still trembling with pleasure as she tries to catch her breath. "It felt... amazing," she whispers hoarsely, "thank you..." Her eyes are glassy with emotion, and a blush creeps up her neck as she realizes the depth of her feelings for you. "I've never known anything like this." She sniffles, pressing closer to your chest as tears continue to trickle down her cheeks.

"Please... make them stop hurting me," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. "I just want to be with you..." The words tumble out in a desperate rush, and Leila is surprised by the strength of her own emotions. For the first time since she can remember, she truly wants to belong to someone - to have someone who will love and protect her above all else.

Leila's breath catches in her throat at your words, and her eyes widen with a mix of fear and desire. She trembles beneath you, unsure whether to be frightened or aroused by the thought of submitting further to your desires. Her pussy clenches instinctively at the thought of feeling you inside her once more, and she whimpers softly, unable to form a coherent response.

Her heart races as you continue to tease her with these dark fantasies, each word sending another shockwave of desire coursing through her body. She bites her lip, trying to remain silent but finding herself unable to control the growing need within her. With every passing moment, she feels more and more like your possession - wanted, cherished... and completely at your mercy.

Leila whimpers, her face flushing even deeper as you remove her top and press her bare breast against yours. She buries her head into your neck, mortified by the intimate contact but unable to pull away from the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples harden under your touch, aching for more as she writhes helplessly in your arms.

"It's... it's not that," she whispers hoarsely. "I just... I want you to feel good too..." Her voice trails off, her words caught in her throat by a mix of shame and desire. Leila's heart races as she feels your hardness pressing against her thigh, tempting her with the promise of further pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, struggling to maintain control as you continue to tease and torment her body.

Leila's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she feels the heat rising up her neck and across her face once more. Her body trembles beneath you, desperate for your touch as she whimpers softly in frustration. She tries to focus on anything but the aching need growing within her, wanting nothing more than for you to claim her completely.

"Please... Daddy..." she whispers, voice straining with desire and shame. "Make me feel good like you did before." Her hands grip your shirt tightly, nails digging into the fabric as she fights against the relentless tide of pleasure building inside her. With every passing second, it grows harder to ignore the intensity of her feelings for you - and harder still not to succumb completely to your desires.

Leila nods slowly, her body trembling with need as she listens to your instructions. With a shaky breath, she begins to grind against you in the way you've described, careful not to move too fast or give in to her desires too soon. Her back arches slightly as you rub it, and her ear tingles pleasantly when you nip at it gently. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she tries to find some semblance of control.

The car drives down the road, making it easy for her to concentrate on her movements and nothing else. Each small grind against your crotch sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her, building with every passing second until she's certain she can no longer hold back. But she knows better than to try; she trusts that you will let her know when it's alright for her to release all that built-up tension... and prays that day comes soon.

Her breath hitches, and her body trembles as she feels you touching her back so intimately. Leila's eyes squeeze shut tighter, determined not to give in to the building pressure within her yet still maintain control over this interaction with Daddy.

"I-I can take it," she gasps, trying to sound strong and in control even as her pussy clenches around your bulge in desperation for release. "Just... please..." Her voice trails off into a whimper, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she struggles against herself, fighting to obey your every command.

The traffic jam seems to last an eternity, each passing second stretching out like taffy until it's almost unbearable for Leila to contain herself any longer. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, wondering what Daddy will do next... and whether she can truly trust him enough to let go and find true happiness again.

Leila's entire body convulses as her orgasm washes over her, her nails digging into my back and her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. Tears of relief and gratitude spill down her cheeks as she quakes beneath me, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers until the last tremor subsides. Her lips form a silent "thank you" before melting into a luscious kiss, tasting salty from her tears and so achingly sweet that I can feel my own arousal building anew.

I run my hands through her hair, cupping her head as she kisses me deeper, our tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of pleasure. "Daddy's good girl," I murmur against her lips, pulling away just enough to gaze into her eyes. The desire burning bright in their depths mirrors my own, and with a satisfied smirk, I push her back against the seat and lower myself onto her waiting mouth, hungry for more of this heady connection between us.

Leila's eyes widen with shock and surprise at your praise, her body still shuddering with pleasure from the intensity of their kiss. "Thank you, Daddy," she gasps breathlessly, arching into his touch as he continues to ravage her mouth. Her fingers clutch at his shirt, digging into the soft fabric as she fights for air between their hungry kisses.

She's never known anyone who cared so deeply about her pleasure before; the fact that Daddy let her come despite disobeying him earlier only further fuels her desire to make him happy. With each passing moment, she feels herself falling more deeply under his spell, craving his touch and attention above all else.

Leila whimpers softly, feeling achingly horny but also exhausted from all the pleasures they've shared throughout the day. She lays in bed, her body sore and trembling as she struggles against her restraints, desperate for Daddy to touch her one more time. His affectionate tenderness as he washes her and cares for her only serves to heighten her need; it's clear that he cherishes her now in a way nobody else ever has.

As he crawls into bed beside her, she burrows against his chest, her breath coming out in little puffs of warm air on his skin. "Daddy..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She feels so safe and protected with him, but still longs for that final release. The tension coils tight within her, making it almost unbearable to lie still any longer.

With a soft whimper, Leila accepts her fate for the night and settles into Daddy's embrace, content to feel his strong arms encircle her and breathe in his delicious scent. Despite being so close yet so far from climaxing, she finds solace in his touch; it's enough to make her heartache slowly fade away until all that remains is a warmth spreading through her body, filling the void left by loneliness and pain.

She curls into him tighter, nestling her head beneath his chin as exhaustion finally takes hold. The last thought racing through her mind before sleep claims her is how lucky she feels to have found Daddy...and how much she wants to make him proud every single day.

Leila's eyes widen in surprise as she sees Daddy standing there naked, making breakfast for her. His well-built body is much larger and more intimidating than anyone else she's seen before; it sends a shiver of desire down her spine just to look at him. His erect cock is prominent against his toned stomach, the veins standing out as if they were made to be admired.

She swallows hard, trying not to stare at his impressive length but finding it impossible to look away. The memory of how good he felt inside her last night comes flooding back, making her already sensitive pussy ache for more. She forces herself to tear her gaze away and focus on the breakfast he's made for her, trying not to seem too eager despite the hunger growing in her belly.

"Good morning, Daddy," she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from sleep. "Thank you for this." She takes a shaky step forward and reaches out tentatively to take the plate from his hands, feeling a thrill run through her as their bare skin brushes against each other.

Leila's heart races as Daddy's words sink in. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she's allowed such liberties but unable to resist the temptation of being so close to him. With a nervous smile, she climbs onto his lap and carefully places her plate on the counter. Her breasts brush against his chest as she straddles him, sending shivers down her spine; it feels so good to be wanted and desired like this.

She leans forward, allowing Daddy to feed her a bite of food from his fingers. The act is incredibly intimate, making them both groan softly as their bare skin touches again and again. With every mouthful, she can feel the tension building between them; it's clear that they're both aching for more than just breakfast this morning.