I watch silently from my 3rd floor window as you run down the alleyway in your frilly black dress, your heels clicking loudly on the cobblestone. I muse to myself, it's not every day I get a pretty young little thing like running through my streets literally begging to offer herself up. Most of the time I've just had to satisfy myself with the occasional female that wanders in, only in their mid to late twenties but already used up.
I can tell by your look that you're voluptuous and young and still full of energy, perfect for my tastes. I allow my mind to drift a moment and think about the tight holes you still have and I feel a hard pulse run down my cock.
I know every inch of this maze and while you're lost and running into dead ends I can move about easily through the myriad of secret doors and tunnels. Catching you will be almost too easy, so I'll let you run about for a while longer as I watch silently, sipping on my drink, before I take what's rightfully mine.
You turn around again. It feels like you're in a dream, it's true, you're not used to walking the streets on your own, but you know what streets are, and these are impossible. How long have you been lost? The sky's growing darker. You may not know much about the world, father loved to tell you so, and to make certain it was so, but you can see this is no place for a young lady to be out after dark.
Headstrong was how your parents described you and you had always thought that unfair. Whatever father wanted of you, you did. You had no choice after all, but you try to make the best of things. But now you wonder if he might have known something about you that you, yourself, did not.
It had only been two weeks since his funeral, and already you'd slipped from your uncle's home, without any plan, with nothing but your shawl and some pocket money. Just to think, to breathe.
And now you are lost. You are...incapable. Failing at the basic task of walking through streets. No, now you are running. Panicking. A poor showing indeed, for your little stab at independence.
Watching you from my window, I chuckle to myself a bit. Watching your casual steady steps turn into a faster paced walk in an attempt to find an exit into an almost panicked run was quite amusing and I felt a throb run down the length of my cock.
This is going to be exhilarating I think to myself. I have not felt this much life in awhile. I trade my tea for my cane and step into the simple cage lift to go down.
The air is cool when I step out into the empty street. I can hear your heels clicking even faster not too far away. With the wave of the cane several doorways in the walls open up to give me a straight shot to the alley where you are. The echoes of my cane tapping lightly on the ground are amplified in the silence. I allowed you to hear me approach you from behind but took care to stay out of sight.
When you hear the sound of a walking stick, your first thought is, thank goodness, someone who can help me. When you turn and see no one, a shiver goes down your spine.
Perhaps you're a silly girl to have gone towards the first sound you heard. What is it you're afraid of? Is it not people? Men? Anyone can walk with a cane.
But you're not sure what choice you have. Certainly no one's accosted you yet, but you have not seen a single soul since wandering into this maze of tall brick buildings and high brick walls. Every pathway, corner, turn and brick looked identical..
"Hello?" you ask, too quietly, but perhaps any noise at all is too loud.
I take another passage, this one leads out directly in front of the way you were headed before you heard my cane and turned around. I step into the street and see you up close for the first time. You are a tiny little thing, probably no more than 5'3". I am a full head and more taller than you.
"Good day Mi'lady. It is not everyday we have such beauty as yourself grace our streets. You seem lost, perhaps I could be of service." I say as innocently as I can muster, with a slight bow and arms open wide as to show I've nothing to hide.
You spin around, startled half out of your wits, for I am an intimidating figure. But I'm also exactly the kind of person you've been taught all your life to trust in situations such as these. I'm older, and well dressed at least in your own class, but likely higher and I spoke eloquently, gently. I've kept my distance, and I'm very correct that you've lost your way. What are you to do, turn down my aid and run around until dark, letting someone less savory find you? You bow your head demurely.
"You're very kind, Sir. I'm afraid I am quite lost. Would you know where I might hail a carriage?"
"Silly girl," I say in a condescending tone, "this is the special district not even the police come here no carriage owner that's been around the block more than once ever comes in here. You're in luck though I happen to know all the ins and outs of this place, I can certainly tell you how to get out. But everything has a price here and our laws forbids me from rendering any assistance without payment."
