part 1

I woke up hours later with dry lips and a terrible hunger. My eyes hurt from crying so much. I crawled out of bed and walked around the room, exploring. The chain was really long; it could go all over the room. I opened one of the sliding doors and it turned out to be a bathroom. I tried the sink, but no water came out. I tried all the taps, even the shower, and there was no water. The only thing that had water was the toilet. I was so thirsty that for a second I thought about drinking from the toilet, but I didn't. I could drink rainwater, but never from a toilet. I needed to pee, so I adjusted the door and relieved myself. I walked out and walked to the other door and opened it. Inside was nothing but a small, dark room with absolutely nothing inside. I checked the chair and the TV; there was nothing strange, except that the TV had no remote and wasn't connected. What was it for? I felt my collar looking for a way to take it off; I tried for several minutes, but nothing. I walked over to the wall where the chain was attached, but I couldn't remove it either. I felt like crying, but I was so dehydrated that barely any tears came out.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. I ran to the mattress and curled up against the wall, as if that could protect me. I thought it would be the girl, but it was the man she called "master". I could see him well for the first time: a tall man in very good shape, he looked like a wealthy person. Was he carrying pizza? Real pizza and not garbage leftovers. He put the pizza box on the floor next to a soda.

"I thought you'd be hungry. You're a bit malnourished from living on the street," he said friendly, as if we knew each other. That infuriated me. How dare he speak to me like that? I looked at him with hatred from my corner.

"Eat, you need it," he said kindly, but with a subtle tone of anger. I approached, embarrassed that he saw me naked, and took the soda. I tasted it; it tasted weird, with a hint of... semen. I spat it out immediately, although I still had a taste of semen from the other day in my mouth.

"Drink it or you'll die of thirst. You choose," he said coldly, while I continued to spit, trying unsuccessfully to get that taste out of my mouth.

"Screw you, I'm not drinking that, you damn sicko!" I shouted. The man got furious and, before I could react, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the mattress. He pushed my face into the mattress and subdued me with his weight. I tried to fight, but I was so tired from not eating or drinking all day. Soon I gave up. The man was so strong that it hurt how he held my wrists with one hand. I screamed. He used his free hand and began to pull down his pants. Before I could anticipate it, I felt his huge cock forcing itself into my pussy. I screamed and screamed, tears started to well up in my tired eyes. It hurt a lot; I had never had vaginal sex before. The man started to penetrate me while I sobbed and I started to bleed. He noticed and stopped.

"I knew it, you're a virgin, that's why you were so tight when I fingered you. This is perfect; this way you'll learn your purpose faster. Let's tire you out. Let's see if you keep rejecting my food and drink when you're exhausted and thirsty," the bastard said excitedly. That explained why my panties were wet when they brought me here; the bastard had groped me while I slept. When he said he would fuck me until I got tired, I wriggled trying to free myself, but again he subdued me easily, and started thrusting me again. I started crying from the pain.

"Please stop," I begged, but that man didn't care. I could swear that turned him on more. Was I really going to lose my virginity like this? The man kept thrusting relentlessly. I started to feel my pussy getting wet. I tried to deny it, but my hard nipples rubbing against the sheets didn't lie. I tried to deny it, but he noticed it.

"Look how wet you are. My other slave took much longer to get this wet," I blushed, embarrassed by his comment, and in denial kept telling myself that I wasn't getting excited and that it was just my body reacting to stimulation. The man thrust me in such a way that I couldn't help but moan audibly.

"See, you like it. You just have to stop resisting and you'll enjoy it. Don't resist your true purpose," the man said.

No, I couldn't. That was impossible, I told myself, and I tried to distract myself thinking about what he said about my true purpose. What did that man mean? Suddenly I remembered that he referred to the other girl as his slave, so according to this crazy man, my purpose was to be his sex slave. It infuriated me and I replied:

"What damn purpose are you talking about, you damn madman?" I screamed while the man kept thrusting.

"Why do you think you have fuck holes? Your purpose is to please me. Now you don't see it, but you'll see it like my other girl," he said as he continued to penetrate me.

I tried to retort, but I was exhausted, panting and moaning. I just stopped fighting, I gave up with tears in my eyes. I stood there, resigned, receiving thrust after thrust until he thrust me in such a way that I felt a fire in my belly. I knew what it meant: I was about to come on this bastard's cock. I tried to resist, deny it, but no matter, I came moaning loudly and started to come in spurts. I was panting and trembling, and the man didn't stop; he kept fucking me.

"Good girl, let's see if you can come again for your master." I tried to move, resist, not to escape, but to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying this, that I hated it, but my body didn't respond. I was like in a trance, just receiving it, only hearing the sound of his cock plunging into my wet pussy and my moans and groans, accompanied by my sobs. I don't know how long I was like that, but I felt that fire in my belly again, followed by my pussy dripping and throbbing. My body still didn't respond to me, crushed by the weight of that bastard. I felt his cock twist and start pumping his loads of semen inside me, filling me. I wanted to scream, but I only uttered a faint whimper. A warm and... comforting sensation invaded me as his semen filled me. I felt his penis soften and he removed his weight from me. I was there exhausted and panting, while his semen dripped from my pussy. With teary eyes, I barely had strength; I had never felt so tired in my life.

"It's up to you: you can stay there and starve or eat what your master offers you," he said firmly and cruelly, before leaving downstairs. My throat hurt and I was very thirsty. I couldn't die, I had to keep fighting. I swallowed my pride and crawled to the soda and pizza. I told myself anyway, what did it matter to swallow it if I already had it inside me? I held the soda with trembling hands and began to drink it desperately and thirstily. I devoured the pizza too, contaminated, like an animal. When I finished, I crawled into bed without even cleaning up in the bathroom and, regardless of the fact that the mattress was stained with semen, it just didn't matter; all I could think about was sleeping. I woke up feeling someone touching my hair. I thought about jumping out of fright, but I held back and pretended to be asleep.

"Poor thing, it looks like the master overdid it with you. He never made me bleed. Or maybe you're a virgin, yes, that makes more sense," said the girl. I stopped pretending to be asleep and moved away from her.

"Don't touch me," I said angrily. I felt disgusting, I hated myself and I hated that they had stolen my virginity, I had lived so long on the streets avoiding prostitution and other unpleasant things, I really wanted to lose it with the appropriate one, but he stole it from me, I wanted to rip off my hair because he touched it, I wanted to get rid of that damn taste of semen from my mouth, and the dry semen that had leaked onto my legs.

The girl looked at me pityingly. "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. I asked the master to turn on the shower water, so you can wash yourself," the girl said, her voice saddened by my reaction. She paused and said, "We haven't introduced ourselves. My name is Haley, but the master calls me 'doll'," she said. I didn't respond, I just stared at her. I saw her well for the first time; she was still naked. She was short, like me, and looked my age. She had brown hair, her face was beautiful, she had large breasts and an hourglass figure and her most striking features was a collar around her neck as if she were a pet, one of leather black with decorative chains around the collar and voiced heart-shaped hook or chain. She blushed as I stared at her.

"Oh, you like it," she said with giggles before turning sensually.

The girl had misunderstood my looks; maybe I shouldn't have looked so long at her breasts. She gave me a lascivious look and covered herself embarrassed.

"You're shy, I get it. The master likes that. I'll leave you alone so you can take a bath," she said before starting to leave.

The girl seemed naive; maybe I could use her to try to get out of this damn place. "My name is Caroline," I said, trying to gain her trust. "Caroline is a nice name. You'll see we'll be good friends. I have to go; the master must be looking for me. We'll talk later," she said before turning around and going upstairs.

I crawled to the shower to check if it was true that the water was working now, and as the girl said, now the water was running. I nearly started crying with joy, turned on the tap, and huddled on the floor as the water cascaded over my body. I hadn't bathed in months, not since those two had bathed me, but I couldn't fully enjoy the sensation of being clean. That bastard's dried semen was still on my thighs and some on my legs, along with dried blood. I scrubbed and scrubbed my body for what felt like an eternity until I finally felt clean. I washed my mouth with soap to rid myself of that taste and stepped out of the shower. I was barely thinking; I was acting on autopilot. I sat on the basement floor, startled by the sound of the door opening again...