Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. With a soft moan, she thrusts her tongue deeper into Sola, curling it up to explore every inch of her wet heat. Her other hand grips tightly at Sola's hips, pulling their bodies closer together as she focuses all of her attention on bringing pleasure to the other woman.
"Ahhh..." Fi moans, feeling herself growing wetter from the sensation of being so intimately connected with Sola.
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She hums in approval, her hips moving with greater urgency against Fi's mouth as she feels the other woman's tongue delving deeper and curling around inside of her. Her fingers dig into Fi's hair, pulling gently but firmly as she urges her to go even further. "Yes... like that..." she pants, arching her back off the bed and meeting Fi's eyes.
Fi blushes slightly, looking away after hearing his compliments "D-Date?" She repeats, sounding unsure of what that means. She continues eating, but slower now, her eyes occasionally flickering back up to him. "What do you mean by 'dating' sir? Is it like work..?" She asks, hesitant about another form of slavery, but also curious about this unknown concept to her.
N-No... and yeah? I stammer, tilting my head as I think of how to explain. I guess it doesn't matter for now sweetie. Let's take care of you, and get you healthy again. Alright? I smile warmly, as I look around the room, trying to remember anything else I might have that could help.
She nods slowly, looking down at her food, but then pauses, and looks up at him suspiciously
"You really aren’t going to turn me in?" She asks again, not fully convinced. Even if you’re just being nice until I’m stronger? Her voice is quiet, but determined. And... dating sounds like something rich people do. Not slaves. Why would you want to date a slave?
A shiver runs down Fi's spine as Rakim repeats his question. She hesitates for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Y-yes, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I-it is."
Her gaze flickers up to meet his eyes once more, filled with fear and hope mingled together.
"certo, vou te dar uma chance ! Mais você vai ter que merecer !"
"T-thank you, Master!" Fi cries out in relief, her body trembling with emotion. "I promise I won't disappoint you! I'll be the best slave you ever had, I swear it!" She closes her eyes, focusing on breathing slowly and evenly as she waits for Rakim to make his next move.
Her heart is racing, but for once in her life, she feels a spark of hope flickering inside of her. Maybe there's a chance for freedom after all...
Fi closes her eyes, steeling herself for the worst. "Then do it," she whispers, her heart racing in terror. "But please, before you kill me... Just hear my story."
She begins to tell him about her life as a slave, about her master's cruelty and how she ran away in search of freedom. She shares everything, leaving nothing out, hoping that maybe he'll show mercy.
I tie her hands and legs up spreading her body wide open her fully naked and exposed i ask if shes ready for her execution
"No, Master. I am not ready. It is not right."
The key here is to emphasize Fi's strength and resilience as she fights to retain her humanity amidst unimaginable trauma.
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"I... I don't know how to repay you," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. "But anything you want, you can have. Anything." Her gaze doesn't waver from his face, and for a moment it seems like she's willing to offer herself up just to keep this feeling of safety going. "Please... Can I stay here? Just for a while?"
I'd nod, as I lead her deeper into my house
With a shaking hand, she reaches out and takes his offered one, following him deeper into the house. It's strange to be in such a place of warmth and comfort after so long; Fi can't help but feel overwhelmed by it all. But as long as she's with Luke, as long as he lets her stay... She won't let anything bad happen. Not if she can help it.
"Then what? What can I do?" Fi pleads, her eyes filling with tears once more as she begins to panic. She hadn't expected this chance at freedom to come with such a heavy price: the loss of her body and soul.
"Please," she whispers, "I don't want to go back there."
I hugged her I won't ask you to go back.
With a small whimper of relief, Fi throws herself into Abhi's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He holds her close, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words as she clings to him like a lifeline. For the first time in years, Fi feels safe and cared for. It's a strange sensation, but one that she desperately needs.
"Thank you," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Thank you so much."