The withdrawal symptoms kicked in. I woke up feeling as if I had the worst case of covid. My head hurts, I feel like I’m going to be sick. I rush to the toilet and throw up over and over until I feel something tear in my stomach and I spit a glob of blood.

I rinse my mouth out and craw back onto the bed. I try to get back to sleep, sleeping is the only way to escape Lady H, she can’t touch you in your dreams. Just as I start to calm down I hear the door unlock. I realise I’m not a guest, I’m a prisoner.

He looks at me with utter contempt. “Come with me.” He offers me his hand, pulls me up and guides me to another bathroom with a shower.

He shoves me in it and turns the water on. It’s freezing for the first few seconds, it really wakes me up. He looks at me menacingly as he strips off and I curl up in the corner. He takes a step forward and I whimper, preparing myself for a beating.

But he doesn’t lay a finger on me, he just puts his arm around me. “It’s OK.” He whispers with his soothing voice. But it’s not OK I feel like I’m going to die.“I need another hit...Please.”

I grab his cock and start rubbing it up and down. “Please.” I’m ashamed of myself as I start giving him a handjob, rubbing it up and down in the hope he’ll pay me like the whore I am. I Use his pre-cum as lube and he goes hard in my hand.

“Please. I feel so ill.” I start to cry and he tries to walk off. I try harder and he splashes shower gel into my hand to use as lube. He likes it he starts to grind his hips. “Oh god!” I slow down a little.

“Please just give it to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your dick again, anything!” I start to suck his cock, I swallow the whole thing and grab his balls. “Oh! God. I don’t want to give you any, I want to get you clean.”

The shower gel tastes awful I stop sucking but he forces my head down onto his dick. “Oh! Please don’t stop.” He wanks himself off using  my throat like a sex doll for a few seconds then lets go with a gasp.

I desperately gasp as well and start rubbing his balls as I wank him off to catch my breath. “I’ll keep going if you give me some.” He gets up and lifts me up with him easily. I’m so tired I don’t think I could have got up on my own.

He slams me hard against the wall. “Oh I’ll give it to you!” I can’t help but smile when he grins. I like the way he makes me feel like I’m being desired rather than used so I start wanking him off.


It’s like he’s reading my mind as he moves his lips close to mine. I want him to kiss me, I never let clients kiss me. He “Honestly? Is that really what you really want.” He struggles to talk as I wank him off. I try to kiss him again. “Please. I’ll let you fuck me.”

“That’s what you want? You want to be a junky whore until you burn out that hot little body of yours and die? Let me help you.”

He presses his body onto mine, pinning me against the wall and forces his knee between my legs spreading them. “You still want me to give it to you?!!” He takes my hand away and puts his cock between my legs.

He lifts my leg up and starts to fuck me. I like the way it feels inside me. Not so big it hurts but big enough you definitely know it’s inside you. I moan like a porn start, I can’t help it, but I would have faked it anyway.

I can feel myself getting slicker with every stroke and more and more short of breath. I forget I’m a whore an imagine he’s my boyfriend and I live with him. “Answer me. Do you really want to be a fucking filthy junky whore for the rest of your life?”

“No!” I want to live him in this house, get a job and take care of him. “No what?” I ignore him, I wrap my arms around him an fuck him. “I don’t want to do this any more, I want a real job and a house and someone who loves me.” The fucks me even harder, balls deep we make a slapping noise together and I start to moan again.

For a moment I forget I’m a whore and convince myself he’s my boyfriend, I want to please him, I fuck him good but he wont cum. After a while I get tired but he keeps going until I start to cum. I’ve never felt like this, I want to scream so loud so I bite down on his shoulder.

It must of hurt, he groans and fucks me even harder and I melt on his cock. We make eye contact for the first time, both of us soaking wet and breathless as the hot shower rains down on us.

I give in, I want to get clean so much, I’ve never met anyone  that actually wants to help.  I never really cry but there’s something about him that breaks me down and I let go, crying in his arms. “OK.” He puts me down gently and I get a little rush as he combs his fingers through my hair. “Good girl.”

He takes a look at his watch and starts moving with a sense of urgency. “I got to got to work. He washes my body all over with the shower gel then he does himself. Afterwards he dries me off like my dad did when I was a little girl carries me back her to my room. He locks me in but I feel safe.

As I hear him leave I realise I’m wide awake, locked in a room and I haven’t had a hit yet. I feel like I have the worst hangover you can imagine a really bad case of covid and a stomach bug all at once. I feel sick without him.
 

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