Thread by @ESNwriting

#ocnsfw cw: underage, noncon, forced prostitution
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Sydney didn't know anything about the man except his name: Virion Monroe. The caretakers told her he was a very important man and she'd be lucky to be adopted by him. And then they locked her in this room. That was an hour ago.

The room is sparsely furnished but that's not surprising. The caretakers never spent money on anything if they could help it. There's an uncomfortable bed propped up on a rickety frame and a single lamp. Out of one small window, she can only see the grey sky.

There are no curtains or blinds for privacy, but the room is on the top floor. Someone who have to be flying a drone to see inside the room and no one around these parts has that kind of money. After some time, Sydney's stomach begins to rumble.

After some time more, there's a knock on the door. An older caretaker enters, joined by a child who can't be more than 9 or 10. He carries a tray of food and the caretaker instructs him to set it down on the bed and take his leave.

"What's going on?" Sydney asks.

She's learned better than to pretend she has an agency here. Nothing she does or says will change her situation. But at least she can find out what's about to happen.

"I'd like you to eat your dinner. Mr. Monroe will be here in the evening."

"What is he --" she stops, glancing over at the tray of food. It's better than what they usually get at meal time. Asking invasive questions might get the best meal she's had in months taken away. But still she wants to know. "What is he going to do to me?"

The caretaker puts on a good show of being scandalized.

"He's not going to /do/ anything to you, dear child. He simply wants to meet you before he invites you into his home."

Sydney wants very much to roll her eyes. Instead she rips the bread on her plate in half.

It's fluffy and tender and she tastes the salt sprinkled on the top after it came out of the oven. It's almost worth the knowledge that every word out of the caretaker's mouth is a lie.

The younger kids meet their potential new parents in a visiting room on the first floor.

She's in this secluded room because the man who plans on adopting her isn't looking for a daughter, he's looking for a consort.

She hasn't managed to lose her virginity in her 16 years and that which makes her a valuable commodity.

Sydney knows he's not allowed to have sex with her before the adoption contract is signed. But will he want to see her naked? Is he going to touch her? She wishes she knew. But the caretakers are fully committed to the ruse.

It's the money from these types of "adoptions" that keep the orphanage running. They've probably convinced themselves that this is all for the greater good.

After all, she's known the truth about what happens to the older kids for years now but she's never even tried to run away. What's the point? There are no jobs out there for her. She's be on her knees in some alley somewhere before a week was up.

This way at least she always has a warm bed to sleep in and food in her stomach. Some people in her position might see going to live with a rich man a trade up.

If she wasn't so hungry the thought would put her off food entirely.

When Virion Monroe finally shows up, it's dark outside. He's led in by a caretaker and he's carrying several gift bags.

"Hello, Sydney," he says. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

They exchange pleasantries and small talk sitting next to each other on the bed. Monroe is wearing a three piece suit and Sydney wonders if he came from work of if he's just so rich he can't leave the house in anything less.

He tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear and leans in, his nose brushing against her cheek.

"I brought you something pretty to wear. Would you like to see it?"

She nods, obedience training taking the wheel.

Monroe produces a light blue dress from one of the bags. He holds it out to here and right away that this article of clothing is more lingerie than every day wear.

"Can you try it on for me?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, taking her by the hand as guiding her into standing.

He doesn't lose any time before his fingers are quickly and efficiently undoing each button on her top.

"Mmmm," he hums to himself as the shirt hangs open, her tits bared for him to see. "Beautiful."

His hands are warm and soft as they slide up her torso and cup her breasts.

"I'll take very good care of you, Sydney." He pushes her shirt off her shoulders and goes to work on the drawstring of her pants. "Did they tell you I'm the headmaster of a school? You could have a wonderful education."

The caretakers stop giving them lessons after age 12. And as much as this visit is for Monroe to -- inspect the merchandise, as it were -- she still has the final say on whether or not he adopts her.

Less than a year until the caretakers kick her out of her own.

"I'll be behind," she whispers as his fingers hook into the waistband of her panties. They were white once but now have turned a dingy grey. He pulls them down to her ankles. "They stopped giving me lessons years ago."

"I'm sure I can find you some tutors to help you catch up." His hands skate up her bare thighs and rest on her hips. He turns her around Sydney feels warm lips press to the back of her neck. "Arms up."

He tugs the dress over her head and smoothes his hands over the front.

"I bought you panties to match," Monroe whispers in her ear. He lifts up the front of her dress and places a hand flat against her stomach. She closes her eyes and tells herself she has nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, he just saw her naked, this is nothing.

His thumb traces a circle around her belly button. "Would you like to put them on?" He doesn't wait for her answer before sliding his hand lower, between her legs, cupping her pussy.

Sydney's face is flushed despite what she told herself. Her body is hot and she's awash in shame

"Yes, please." She gasps when his fingers spread apart her labia and stroke against her clit.

"Have you touched yourself here before?"

A moan escapes her lips before she answers.

"Yes."

"Made yourself come?"

She's can already feel her deceitful body getting wet.

"--yes."

"That's a good girl." Monroe's voice is like caramel. "That'll be less for me to teach you."

He grinds his hips against and she can feel his hard cock pressing against the cleft of her ass.

"I won't lie to you about what it'll be like if you live with me."

One thick finger slips inside her pussy. "I'm going to take your virginity. But not until you're ready. I am a wealthy man with simple needs. Keep them met and you will want for nothing."

Sydney can't think about anything but his hands on her body.

One between her legs, making her moan, the other down the front of her dress, toying with a nipple. His pinches drawing out pained and surprised yelps.

But she should be the thinking about her future. About a private school and tutors to help her fill in what she's missed. She might even be able to go to university if she lets him adopt her. It's doubtful she'll get a better deal.

"Have you ever been spanked before?"

She nods, of course. The caretakers had no problem disciplining them.

"A few times," she gasps, "As a child."

"Good."

His hands leave her and her turns her around to face him.

"If you misbehave, that is how I will punish you. I will not adopt a child who cannot take responsibility for her actions."

"I understand," Sydney says. All the more incentive to behave, which is probably Monroe's intention.

He reaches into the bag and hands her the panties.

"Put them on, and then I want you to bend over my knee. I'm going to give you my hand and I'm going to see how well you take it."

Sydney tugs the panties up and stills. He's going to spank her now. Even though she hasn't done anything. It doesn't seem fair.

But compared to what's happened to others at their adoption meetings, she's getting off light.

Monroe sits down on the edge of the bed and pats his lap. Sydney hesitantly takes her place.

"Good girl, Sydney."

A hand rests on the curve of her ass.

The dress doesn't cover anything in this position. He pulls her wrists behind her and pins them at the small of her back with one hand.

The first slap catches her off guard and she cries out.

"You see, my dear, I've learned that it's easy to say you're going to a good fit for my home, but you'd be surprised by how many refuse to bend over the way you just did."

He spanks her a handful of times and she can't help her cries at each one.

"Most want to get on their knees and prove they can please me. But I can teach you to please me. What I am looking for is a daughter willing to /obey./"

He continues on in silence, her yelps and sobs taking up the space where conversation would have gone.

She's lost track of the number but she's certain she's nearly at her limit.

She braces herself for the next blow but instead his hand rests gently on her abused bottom.

"You did beautifully," Monroe says. Despite her own pain she doesn't miss the sincerity in his voice.

"You may sit up now, sweetheart."

It's painful, sitting next to him as he wipes away her tears, but preferable to where she was.

"Make yourself comfortable," he says, kissing her sweetly, before retrieving the other bag he arrived with.