She woke up from one of the best night sleeps she had had in many a month, and woke to the sound of a car pulling up outside and still wearing the dress from last night. Her tits still exposed with the laptop at her feet, she got up to take a look out of her window. A woman was about 5 foot 8" tall with blonde hair; she couldn't see her face properly from where she was. The woman was wearing a T-shirt, leggings, and training shoes. There was no knock at the door. Soon, there were footsteps in the upstairs hallway. She stayed in her room, worried she may have been Eddie's girlfriend. Everything went silent. Nabeela had changed into her abaya, peeped out the door, and listened; there wasn't a sound. She tiptoed out of her room and headed downstairs. There was no one there; she made her way to the kitchen when she didn't see anyone she put it down to. The woman must have delivered something and left it by the door. She started to cook breakfast as she had done the last few days. When she was surprised by a coughing sound, she turned quickly and saw the same woman, but now she was wearing a flared skirt midthigh length and a very tight blouse showing a large amount of cleavage, and her nipples were visible against the white blouse. She was wearing stockings and high-heeled shoes. She looked stunning and sexy, the woman said.
"Ma'am, if you don't mind, I would be happy to serve you and Master Edward breakfast if you would like to sit in the dining room."
Nabeela was too stunned to say anything. Plus, she had no idea who she was or what was happening. She made her way to the dining room and sat at the table. She had never been called ma'am, which made her feel a little embarrassed as she was much younger than this woman. She wasn't alone long before Eddie came down to join her. He smiled at Nabeela, saying.
"Morning, Nabeela. I see you have met my housekeeper."
"Yes, Sir, your housekeeper?"
She asked Eddie. He said with a huge grin as if he knew something he wasn't telling her.
"Yes, she looks after my daily needs, such as cleaning, washing, cooking, etc."
She didn't ask any more questions as it wasn't her place to ask, especially after he had taken her in and looked after her. While they ate their breakfast. The woman started hovering up the hallway and the lounge from where Nabeela was sitting. She could see the housekeeper, and when she bent over to get the pipe to hover under one of the chairs, Nabeela was shocked to see that woman's skirt lift to reveal her bottom. She was not wearing any underwear, and there seemed to be a shiny jewel stuck between her butt cheeks. Her face turned bright red. Eddie asked.
"Nabeela, you ok?"
"Yes, Sir, All good, thank you."
Eddie told Nabeela.
"When you are ready, Nabeela, Stella will take you to the Centre for Trafficked Women and Refugees."
Nabeela looked a little puzzled and asked.
"I thought you would be taking me, Sir?"
He smiled and told her.
"I just thought you may be more comfortable answering some of the questions they may ask you with another woman than having a man there."
She smiled at Eddie, thinking, "What a sweet man! He has put my welfare at the forefront of his mind," she told him.
"Thank you for that, sir. Will Stella be okay with that?"
"Yes, I spoke with her last night, and she is happy to take you. I will cover the extra time she spends with you. Is there anything you need to get or do? It's best to get there early to be seen quickly."
She felt a little upset about having to leave. She had felt safe for the first time in a long time and liked that he put her feelings first. Soon, Stella had finished hovering, and they could hear her putting it away. Eddie asked.
"Shella, you ready?"
Answer him with.
"Yes, Master Edward, I'll pull the car around."
Nabeela thought her voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't hear it. Eddie said there was a beep of the horn.
"Nabeela, your carriage is waiting."
They walked out together. Eddie stayed in the doorway as Nabeela made her way down the front steps and stopped two steps down and ran to Eddie and gave him a big hug, knowing full it was wrong for a single muslim woman to hug a man like this. Then she looked at him and said.
"Thank you for keeping me safe, looking after me, and most of all for not judging me."
He kissed her forehead and told her.
"You're welcome, Princess Nabeela. It was a pleasure, and you are a good girl."
She made her way to the car with a huge smile. She couldn't explain it, but she loved how he had called her Princess Nabeela and the good girl; it filled her with pride. That smile was about to turn into a bigger surprise. Just as she could close to the car, Stella pulled down the visor, covering the top of her head and her eyes.
"OMG"
Nabeela thought that was the same woman from the video on Eddie's laptop. Now, she was red-faced and looked even more embarrassed. Stella just thought the poor girl didn't know how she just behaved with a strange white person she had never met before, so she didn't make anything of it.
Once at the center, Stella said.
"Nabeela, I'll explain everything to them. Master Edward has told me everything you told him, and we will take it from there."
Nabeela nodded as she still couldn't get the naked image of her body out of her head and the way she had enjoyed the spanking and the fucking at the hands of Eddie. Nabeela sat with Stella in front of the woman from the center, explaining everything. Nabeela felt very embarrassed listening to her own story. They filled in a few forms, and the woman from the center said to her.
"Nabeela, I can not see any reason why you wouldn't get asylum, given the horrors you have endured. Is there anyone you know in the UK you could stay with? If not, we could put you in one of the many nationwide centers."
Nabeela nodded that she understood but was visibly getting upset. Stella could see this, so she excused herself, pulling Nabeela to one side.
"Nabeela, what's wrong?"
She just shook her head and put it in her hands. Again, Stella asked the same. Nabeela said.
"I'm sorry. I should be glad I may get my life back, but I do not know a soul in this country, and I have no one I can talk to about this if things get tough for me or if there is something I do not understand. The only people I have met that have shown me any kindness are you and Master Edward, as you call him."
Stella said,
"Give me a minute. You sit with the lady, and I will be right back."
Nabeela sat back down, and Stella went out the door. She called Eddie and explained what had happened. Then, she returned, sat with Nabeela, and told the Lady.
"I have an address for you to put on Nabeela's forms. She will have a place to stay."
Stella looked at her with a smile. Stella gave the lady Eddie's name and address. Once they were finished, they left the offices. Nabeela was overjoyed; she didn't have to go to another city and stay where she had no idea what it would be like or who she was with. She threw her arms around Stella and thanked her repeatedly, Stella said.
"It's not me. You have to thank Nabeela. It is Master Edward, the one whose idea it was when I told you how you felt."
Nabeela looked at Stella and said.
"But aren't you......"
She stopped mid-sentence. Stella asked as they walked to the car.
