This is a fictional story about a 21-year-old orphaned girl who discovers her purpose in her new life despite her resistance.

I woke up in a cage and instinctively tried to move my hands, but they were tied, leaving me feeling helpless and groggy. I tried to speak and scream, but realized I was gagged. I looked through the bars of the cage and noticed I wasn't in a dark place; it seemed to be the living room of a luxurious house. In front of me was a naked girl with her eyes blindfolded. Then, I saw the man who had brought me here, the same one who had been interviewing me about my past and my life on the streets. Fuzzy memories of a cloth over my face came to mind. It was undoubtedly him who had brought me here and locked me in this cage.

Seeing the naked girl snapped me out of my stupor, and I began trying to scream, but the gag silenced my desperate attempts. I desperately needed to get out of that place. In an instant, I realized my panties were wet. Damn, that monster had... As I writhed in helplessness, I saw the man remove the blindfold from the girl and point to the cage while speaking with a cheerful smile as if he was excited for her to see me.

"You can open your eyes and look at your gift," the man said cheerfully, with a genuine smile.

The girl seemed a bit dazed as she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"But who is she, master?" she asked with a mix of confusion and fear in her voice.

"She’s your gift," he replied coldly, as if he had the right to kidnap and give away people. "Remember last week when you told me you missed having friends? I thought about it, and you’re right, it’s not fair for you to stay alone waiting for me. So I did some research and got the perfect companion for you."

He said this while pointing at me as the girl sat on the couch, trying to process what was happening. The man then approached the cage and, to my horror, opened the door and dragged me out. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and placed it over my face. I tried to fight, but the ropes prevented me, and everything went black.

I briefly woke up in a bathroom. I was naked, and my tattered clothes were gone. I immediately realized I was in a bathtub and started screaming for help. I was no longer gagged. I noticed I was being held by the man who brought me here while screaming, and the naked girl was there too. They seemed to be washing me. The girl took the cloth and put it over my face. I tried to free myself from the man’s grip and bite the girl, but I lost consciousness again.

I woke up again, this time without visible restraints, on an old mattress in what seemed to be a basement. There were two closed sliding doors camouflaged as part of the wall, a chair, and an old television. As I tried to get up, I heard the jingling of a chain and realized I was chained by the neck. I felt around and discovered, horrified, a metal collar secured with a padlock, attached to the chain. I desperately tried to free myself, but it was in vain. I felt helpless and vulnerable.

The cold made me realize I was naked. I remembered with a shiver how the man and the girl had washed my body with their hands, filling me with deep repulsion and fear. The air seeped into the basement, or maybe there was air conditioning down there. I felt dirty every time the cold air brushed against my naked body, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. Calmer, I noticed a slight pain in my groin and remembered the moisture I had felt before. Not knowing for sure what the man had done to me was more painful than knowing. I curled up against the mattress wall and began to cry.

I heard a door open and voices on the stairs.

"Master, are you sure they won’t look for her? I don’t want to risk what we have. I understand why you took me as yours, but others won’t understand," she said, seeming brainwashed by that monster.

"Trust your master, little doll. I did enough research to know that no one will care. No one will come looking for her, I assure you," he responded confidently, a statement that hurt because it was true. I had no one in the world since I escaped from that orphanage seven years ago. My life on the streets was lonely, but I managed to stay safe until now.

"All right, master, I’ll trust you," the girl replied.

"That’s it, good girl. You know your master would never put you in danger," he said convincingly, as if he genuinely cared for the girl.

They both approached the mattress where I was sobbing and stood in front of me. I looked up with tearful eyes and pleaded desperately:

"Please, let me go. You don’t want to do this. Please, I won’t tell anyone."

The man ignored my pleas, and the girl remained silent, though she seemed to pity me. The man lunged at me and began to struggle, managing to pin my arms behind my back despite my resistance. I felt even more helpless; the man was very strong, it seemed he could break me in two without any problem if he wanted to. The naked girl held handcuffs in her hands and began to approach me. I started screaming in fear, but they didn’t care; they weren’t afraid of being heard, or rather, they knew no one would hear me. She approached me and put the handcuffs on, immobilizing my hands behind my back. Then she positioned herself behind me and grabbed my hair tightly while the man began to unbutton his pants.

"I know you can’t see it now, but soon you’ll love this as much as I do and won’t want to go anywhere else," the girl whispered almost affectionately, as if trying to comfort me in her twisted way.

A huge erect cock emerged from the man’s pants. Horrified, I saw that thing that must have been 7.9 inches long. The man pressed that thing against my lips. I felt disgusted but didn’t give in. I didn’t open my mouth, I never would. The man slapped my face, and I started crying; at that moment, reality hit me, and I realized this was real, and I was completely defenseless.

"Master, please, be patient with her, she’s new," the girl begged the man.

"My little doll, it’s okay. It’s your birthday, so I’ll listen to you today," the man said.

"Thank you, master," the girl said, starting to pat my back and comfort me. "Open your mouth, please. Don’t make the master angry. He’s very good if you behave," she said.

I was so desperate that I opened my mouth, wanting that hell to end soon, while tears streamed down my face. The man inserted his huge cock, which barely fit inside, into my mouth. I thought he would fuck my mouth, but instead, the girl started moving my head up and down, making me suck his cock. I had never sucked a cock, nor had I had sex. I had only masturbated my boyfriend from the orphanage ages ago. I was disgusted, sobbing, wanting it all to end soon, so I tried to suck it as best I could while the girl gave me directions on how to do it. I don’t know what broke inside me, but I could swear my pussy was getting wet. I tried to reject the idea, deny it, but I could feel the moisture building up. I told myself it was because I had never had sex and my body was reacting this way just because I was in a sexual situation and not because I liked sucking that bastard’s cock.

The girl started moving my head faster and making me swallow deeper. I felt it was making it a bit hard to breathe. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks, and my pussy was getting even wetter. I felt something strange, like his cock had a nervous twitch. Before I could process it, his cock started pumping his semen into my mouth. It was too much; it felt sticky and disgusting. I couldn’t breathe; I wanted to spit it out, but the girl covered my mouth.

"Swallow it, don’t make the master angry."

I resisted at first, but forced myself to swallow it, fearing another slap. I opened my mouth to catch my breath, and the man inserted his penis into my mouth.

"Clean it," he said firmly and authoritatively.

"You heard the master, clean it," the girl told me.

Feeling humiliated, I forced myself to suck and clean the semen remains from his cock with my tongue until he was satisfied. The man pulled up his pants and put his penis back in them. The girl released me from the handcuffs, and they both went upstairs, though the girl seemed to give me a compassionate look. I was left alone in the dark, cold basement, collapsing on the mattress to cry. I felt dirty, and my wet pussy only worsened that feeling. I tried to spit to get the taste of semen out of my mouth, but it didn’t work; that taste wouldn’t go away. I cried and sobbed, lying on the mattress until I fell asleep, wondering when they would return.