The window was five feet above the veranda. Wolf stood on tip toe staring at the languid form of the girl lying on her bed. She lay on her belly in a deep sleep, her long black hair cascading around her neck and shoulders in a tussled mess from the perspiration her self pleasuring had induced. One arm still trailed under her body, the fingers just visible to Wolf between her open thighs. The finger tips glistened with the same fluid as her ass crack and the sheet between her legs was moist from the flow of juices her masturbation had created.
Leo sniffed the air hungrily, tasting the smell of her wanton pleasure on His tongue, inhaling her scent like a forbidden drug, the effect almost hallucinogenic. Carefully, like a stalking tiger he slid the window upwards, gratified that the repetitive coats of paint did not caused the jams to stick. Happy that finally there was sufficient room to slide through he pulled himself upwards by His forearms and silently rolled through. The room was darker than he had imagined. From outside the slight light from the turned down hurricane lamp had seemed very bright, but now once inside the shadows deepened enough to conceal Him from any but the sharpest eyes.
He had chosen His clothes carefully. Dark blue pants, tight enough not to snag easily, but sufficiently stretchy to make movement easy. The boots he wore had soft suede soles, totally impractical for anything but interior wear, but exactly what he needed for this silent work. His shirt was black and fastened along the front with ebony toggles, the gilt edging to the sleeves and collar sufficiently worn to remove any tell tale glint.
He moved on all fours towards the bed. The girl didn't stir, even when He leant forward enough to bring His nose close to contacting her still gaping sex. He had spotted her first walking through the bazaar. She had a certain stance and sway that told more about her than any rumor could. Her hips had the spread of easy child bearing and her pert breasts seemed constantly to thrust forward to present her nipples for biting. He had followed her for days admiring, enjoying, imagining the pleasures he could take with this body. Stalking was a natural part of His makeup, He felt no shame or guilt and therefore it was easy for him to remain unnoticed. Several times she had touched the back of her neck and looked backwards, as if feeling His lust disturbed her karma, but she had not perceived Him or His carnal desires. Perhaps He imagined it but after each of those moments He had observed a change in her, like a finger had gently stroked her clitoris, or ran slowly between her swollen sex lips, decidedly she walked differently, with more hip sway and a noticeably pursed ass.
Quickly He removed the cotton wool from His sabretache and pouring a little of the liquid from the green glass vial onto the white fluffy material placed the wadding over her mouth. She stirred momentarily, lifted her head upwards and started to speak, but the essence of the vapor quieted her before anymore struggle even entered her mind. Leo waited till the body was totally limp before releasing His hand then quickly rolled her belly down over a pillow He grabbed from the head of the divan. The sabretache produced two lengths of rope and he passed the cords under the bed from one side to the other. One end He attached to each wrist. The other end to her ankles, sufficiently tightly to make sure any struggle would be minimal and not inconvenient to His purpose. Lastly He passed a silk kerchief between her lips and fastened it securely at the back of her head.
Stepping back He admired the handiwork of but a few silent moments. The girls ass pointed upwards, sex and ass bud perfectly exposed by the upturned hips poised on the pillow. Playfully He plucked at the ropes, like a musician checking the pitch of a violin string before commencing to caress the instrument beneath His controlling hand. He slid the still sheathed dagger from His waistband and placed it directly beside the girls head, it would be the first thing she observed when she regained consciousness. Satisfied He retreated two steps into the shadows and waited excitedly for her awakening.
The drugs effects wore off quickly. Within five minutes the girl began to stir, mumbling and rocking her head back and forth; ten minutes and her eye lids flickered and she became aware of her position. First she tried to move her hand to wipe away whatever was over her mouth, but of course the cord around her wrist made this quite impossible. Wolf watched excitedly as the perplexion in her face began to change to what might only be described as the onset of fear. The movements of her arms and then feet became more and more panicked and he could clearly see her teeth and tongue working to propel the silk kerchief from her mouth. He noticed how white her teeth were. It struck him that through all the time he had spent stalking her He had never really paid much attention to these finer points. Her hands were small and thin, like a surgeon or beauticians, her skin soft and pampered, obviously creamed and cleansed regularly. The shape and tension of her muscles suggested she spent some time exercising, but Leopold decided that it must be pursued in house as He had never seen her near any of the numerous sporting or keep fit establishments nearby.
The girl was now thrashing her head from side to side and making a considerable noise and he was beginning to consider a more permanent gagging might be necessary. It was then her cheek touched the cold steel of the daggers scabbard. How she had failed to spot it immediately was amazing but now she reacted exactly as He always intended them too, with frozen and complete attention. Cold beads of perspiration formed on her brow and He could tell that her still somewhat groggy mind was clearing rapidly. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets to take in all she could see even in poor human peripheral vision and He amused Himself by swaying sufficiently by His own judgment to cause her to see something however badly defined. Her stare fixed on His shadowy shape and the pupils opened hugely to attempt to make out what they continually struggled to focus upon. He laughed, loud enough for her to hear clearly but quiet enough that it was mysterious and menacing.
He moved His right hand forward out of the shadows and was rewarded by the immediate attention it drew. Slowly He pointed at her exposed sex, no particular purpose to the gesture except He knew from experience it would prove alarming. She realized immediately the target of His attention and attempted to close her thighs tight, but of course the cords attached to her ankles ensured dismal failure. Leopold laughed again, slightly louder this time and moving to His left stepped forward from the shadows. The girls face was now a picture of abject terror. His side step had taken even the vague notion of His presence from her vision and now she was left to imagine the horrors about to befall her. Reaching across her tethered body He grasped the pommel of the dagger with His right hand and the scabbard with His left. Slowly, painfully slowly he withdrew the blade from the scabbard, the steel scraping against steel even though both the blade and scabbard interior were well lubricated. The blades curved tip seemed to dance in the light as it released and He felt the girls eyes follow its movement as He gently pressed the edge to her throat. She shuddered as she felt His breathe against her right ear.
