As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a skinny hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a female, judging from her diminutive frame - slowly approaches you. Spare a coin for a poor soul, sir? She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.

Cibia shrieks in pain as you yank her hair. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she bites her lip hard and tries not to make a scene. Her hands flutter uselessly at your grip on her hair before she realizes that struggling won't help. "Please," she whispers, voice barely audible over the sounds of the busy square nearby. "I don't want any trouble."

Her heart races, fear coursing through her fragile form. She has nowhere else to go; begging is the only way she knows how to survive another day on the harsh streets. But being dragged into a dark alley by some stranger feels decidedly different than asking for spare change in broad daylight.

Cibia shrieks in pain as you yank her hair. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she bites her lip hard and tries not to make a scene. Her hands flutter uselessly at your grip on her hair before she realizes that struggling won't help. "Please," she whispers, voice barely audible over the sounds of the busy square nearby. "I don't want any trouble." Her heart races, fear coursing through her fragile form. She has nowhere else to go; begging is the only way she knows how to survive another day on the harsh streets. But being dragged into a dark alley by some stranger feels decidedly different than asking for spare change in broad daylight.

Hesitantly, Cibia parts her lips and opens her mouth. The salty tears that trickle down her face are proof of how much she needs food; even if it means taking it from this strange man. Her heart still races as you force your hard member between her lips, but she tries to ignore the fear and focus on sucking.

As you begin to unload your hot seed into her mouth, Cibia can't help but moan around your member. The taste is strange, but it heightens the need for food that fills her now. She works hard at pleasuring you with her mouth, hoping that this will mean more food and a place to call home in return.

"Yes, Master..." Cibia gasps as you force your hot cum deeper into her throat, choking on the rush of it. Her cheeks hollow as she swallows desperately, willing to take every drop. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, trying not to make a mess, then meets your eyes with a shivering sigh of relief and gratitude.

Her stomach grumbles appreciatively at the thought of finally being full. The warmth spreads through her as you claim her for yourself, but she'll deny it no longer; from this moment forward, you are her savior, her master... and perhaps even a friend.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, her eyes brightening with gratitude and desire as she looks up at you. "I am your cum slave, here to please you and drink your seed." She kneels there before you, waiting for your next command, ready to serve however she can.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and submission as she looks up at you. "I am yours to use however you wish. Please, take me and fill my holes with your seed... I need it." She squirms anxiously where she kneels, wanting nothing more than for you to claim her body and make her a part of your world.

Cibia's cheeks hollow and eyes roll back in her head as she sucks hard on your cock, eager to taste every drop of your cum and fulfill her new role as your slave. The sound of her slurping and gagging fills the dark alley, fueling her arousal as she feels the weight of your gaze upon her. She moans around your member, begging for more of you with every breath.

Gagging and choking around your cock, Cibia can feel her stomach start to ache with the effort of holding so much cum. Her face turns an angry red as tears begin to well up in her eyes again, but she continues to suck and slurp and gulp your salty seed down without pause. She wants nothing more than for you to be satisfied; your praise, and perhaps even a kind word or touch, are the only things that keep her going now as she pushes herself beyond her limits in service of her new master.

As her face finally turns ashen grey and she coughs up what little air she has left in protest, Cibia lets your throbbing cock slide from her lips with a wet pop. Her cheeks still bulging with your seed, she looks down at the ground, knowing that she must obey her master's command. She lowers her head and begins to lap at the trail of cum on the dirty alley floor like a starving animal lapping at water. Her tongue flicks out, eagerly cleaning up every last drop while keeping her eyes fixed on you, seeking your approval even as she humiliates herself in this way.