part 4

Haley kissed me with an unexpected intensity that completely disarmed me. I felt the touch of her tongue against my lips and, without hesitation, I opened my mouth to let her in. Our flavors mixed in a wet and sensual dance, and the sensation of my own juices in her mouth surprised me; it was both strange and intoxicating. I felt a little embarrassed as I realized how much I enjoyed my own taste.

As our mouths remained connected, a shiver of pleasure ran through my body. I noticed how Haley's hand slowly descended down my torso, stopping at my crotch. With a delicacy that made me moan, she began to caress it, and the moan mingled with the kiss, almost stifled. The intensity of the sensation made me forget everything else, leaving me surrendered to the moment.

Haley gently tilted me until I lay on the bed, with her on top of me. Her caresses continued, causing the accumulated excitement to almost make me climax just from her touch. I broke away from the kiss to catch my breath, but before I could think about what was happening, she pressed her lips to mine again, taking me back to that state of surrender.

Her kisses slowly moved to my neck, descending down my body with a devotion that made me feel incredibly appreciated. Each kiss made me feel special, as if I really meant something. When her tongue reached my crotch, she began to lick me with a passion that made me writhe with pleasure. I bit my lip to stifle the moans escaping from my mouth.

I was so aroused that I knew I wouldn't last long. Her tongue took me to the brink of climax, and the fire inside me intensified. In a moment of clarity, I remembered the man who had brought me here, caressing me and taking my body without resistance. Upon climaxing, my body erupted in an intense orgasm, soaking Haley's face with my juices.

Haley withdrew from between my legs, smiling as she licked her lips. "Looks like you really like my tongue," she joked playfully, wiping her face and then licking the remaining juices off her fingers.

I didn't know how to respond. I only felt a profound relief at having released all that excitement. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't deny that I was attracted to women. I blushed and looked for something to cover myself with, but there was nothing. I curled up in the corner, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"Relax, Caroline, there's nothing I haven't seen before," said Haley with a comforting smile. "Come on, I brought you some food. Aren't you hungry?" Her voice was soft and calm, conveying a sense of peace.

I approached slowly, struggling against my natural distrust. I took a sandwich from the tray on the floor. "Relax, I'm not going to bite you. Besides, you kissed me, remember? You need to stop being so shy," she said with a light laugh.

I was still processing the fact that I had kissed her. I blushed, embarrassed by my action. I had never kissed a woman before. I had always felt an attraction to them but had denied it to myself. I saw on her face that she still had some of my juices. My blush deepened.

"Oh, I forgot that until recently you were a virgin and had never been with a woman. Well, the truth is, I hadn't either, you know? I used to watch it on the internet. I guess I've always liked girls," she confessed, looking at me curiously. "And you? Do you like girls?"

The question caught me off guard. "Well, I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say.

She took my hand in a reassuring gesture. "Relax, it was a silly question. I guess the answer is on my face," she said, laughing softly, pointing to the remains of my juices on her face.

I blushed again, but she was right. I liked girls too. I took a bite of my sandwich to change the subject. Haley placed her hand on my head and stroked it while I ate. It felt good, though different from when the man did it. "It's a shame your hair was so dirty before. It's really pretty, you know? I washed and styled it," she commented, smiling, before pulling back to grab a sandwich for herself.

The memory of her washing my body and the rag on my face came back to mind. I didn't know how to feel about it. Could I blame her? She seemed to be another victim of the man who had brought me here, though I still felt some resentment towards her. I decided not to blame her, though my mind was still tangled in confusing thoughts. It felt strange to call myself a victim after letting myself be taken without resistance and enjoying her caresses. I decided to push those thoughts aside and focus on eating.

"You know, Caroline, I'm glad to see you're a bit less thin. I was a little scared when I first saw you. You didn't eat much on the street, did you?" she said with some pity in her voice.

"I don't like to talk about it," I replied, struggling with the decision to trust her. I really didn't like remembering how I rummaged through dumpsters to feed myself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a sensitive topic," she apologized. Then she paused. "Caroline, do you really think this is worse than the street?" she asked timidly.

The question ignited a spark in my mind. It made me reflect on something I had been trying to ignore: where would I go if I escaped? I had no home to return to. My mind flooded with questions and doubts, leaving me overwhelmed.

"Can you please eat in silence?" I said, frustrated by her question and the confusion in my mind.

Haley made a sad face and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

We ate in silence. I felt strange around her; it seemed almost unreal that she had helped me climax without expecting anything in return. I was still upset by her questions, but I was angrier at myself for not having a clear answer. After eating, she said goodbye in a subdued voice and went upstairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I tried to ignore her words, but I couldn't. The question kept haunting me: was this really worse than living on the street? I had food, even though I knew it was contaminated, but the food from the dumpsters wasn't clean either. Besides, here I had a roof and water; I could bathe. How many years had it been since I last showered with clean water?

Despite my resistance, the thoughts kept haunting me. I tried to focus on something else and crawled to the bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Haley's question still lingered in my mind.

I heard the door open and footsteps approaching. The man had returned. I curled up in the corner, scared, but my crotch became wet again at the sight of him. The man carried a clipboard in his hand.

"Are you awake? Good. Read this aloud," he ordered, throwing the clipboard at my feet.

Fearfully, I picked up the clipboard and read what was written:

"I am a good girl. My master is David, and I will not go anywhere else."

It was the first time I saw his name, David. I tried to force myself to say it, but the humiliation was overwhelming.

"I am..." I said, trembling, my voice breaking as tears began to well up.

"Come on, say it," he insisted, his voice beginning to show anger.

"No, please, let me go," I begged, with the question tormenting me resonating in my mind. Where would I go if I had no home to return to? I was terrified, but my crotch kept getting wetter.

"Looks like I'll have to do it the hard way," he said, approaching me. I curled up tighter against the wall, my nipples hardened, and my crotch began to drip, anticipating what was to come. He pushed me onto the bed, and as his weight settled on me, my mind flooded with memories of the time he took me and how I desired it. But reality returned as his member forced its way inside me. It hurt a little, and I cried out, "No, please, stop," with tears in my eyes as he began to penetrate me. Why did it feel so good, and yet I hated it?

"Say it if you want me to stop," he demanded as he increased the pace and force of his thrusts.

"I am a..." I stammered, my voice choked by pleasure. "I am a good..." The words caught in my throat, humiliated and sobbing. I tried to continue, forcing myself to go on.

"I am a good girl. My..." I stopped, unable to complete the sentence. I couldn't accept that he was my master, even if he forced me to. I remembered the moment he caressed my hair, how good I felt with his words of encouragement as I pleasured him. His strength and rhythm increased, and I let out a moan. "Come on, say it!" he exclaimed as he continued to penetrate me. Despite my resistance, my body kept getting excited.

My mind was in chaos; part of me wanted to surrender and accept the man as "master," embracing the pleasure I was feeling, while another part struggled to resist. But the lack of a clear answer left me trapped. I thought of Haley and how she seemed happy and at peace with her situation. Finally, I gave in, convinced that I could feign submission and try to escape later if that was possible.

"I am a good girl. My master is David..." The words left my mouth in a broken whisper, laden with resignation. I felt a mix of relief and despair as I spoke them. I paused, knowing I had to say it all. "I am a good girl. My master is David, and I will not go anywhere else," I repeated aloud, resigned. The humiliation and excitement intertwined in my mind as he penetrated me hard again.

"Say it again," he ordered as he continued to thrust into me intensely. I thought about replying, telling him he had promised to stop, but instead, I obeyed. "I am a good girl. My master is David, and I will not go anywhere else," I said between gasps and moans. The man continued to penetrate me forcefully, filling me with his member. I began to moan loudly, feeling him penetrate me over and over again.

"Say it again," he ordered. "I am a... good girl," I moaned, interrupted by the pleasure. "My master is... David," I gasped, each word broken by the moan. "I will... not go... anywhere," I whispered, broken by the intensity of the orgasm. I felt him penetrate me harder, bringing me to the brink of climax.

"Who is your master?" he asked as he continued to thrust into me forcefully, my body giving in to the intensity of the moment.

"You, you are my master," I said without thinking, the words coming out of my mouth almost instinctively. The man increased the force of his thrusts, and my body exploded in an intense orgasm. Moaning loudly, I felt him fill me with his semen, that warm and comforting sensation flooding me and dripping from me. I remained panting as he withdrew and sat near my head, holding me by the hair. I looked into his eyes; he looked so imposing. I felt a strange satisfaction in being at his feet, with him holding me by the hair, completely at his mercy. He dragged me to his crotch and put his member in my mouth. "Clean it," he ordered.

I began to suck his member, licking and savoring the mix of my juices and his semen. I was in a state where I didn't question the morality of what I was doing; I just obeyed my master, and he thanked me by gently stroking my head, giving me a comforting feeling. "Good girl," he whispered, and his words made me feel butterflies in my stomach as I cleaned his member.

When I finished cleaning my master's cock, I felt how strange it was to call him that in my mind, but I forced myself to do so. I began to accept, despite the internal struggle, that he was indeed my master. This time, he didn't leave; instead, he stayed with me on the mattress, hugging me as my face rested against his chest. I blushed. Despite the unusualness of the situation, it felt incredibly good. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing offered me an unexpected sense of security. Sleeping accompanied was a new experience for me, and between the accumulated fatigue and the feeling of relaxation, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep in his arms.