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."
I look at you with a smirk on my face feigning my dilemma of wanting to help you but not wanting to 'break the law'. I almost laugh at myself at that thought, but I keep up my facade.
You look up at me wide-eyed. My tone has changed quickly and though I sound aggrieved by these laws, my smug countenance would suggest otherwise. It's all very confusing. That would explain why the streets were empty, but why would an obvious man of means such as myself choose to be here, if it were truly so awful?
"I...have little with which to pay, Sir," you begin. "But my uncle is Mr. Ambrose Hilliard. If you help me to his home on upper Brook Street, he'll surely see you recompensed." Most that have talked to any human in the city should know your uncle's name, and his wealth.
I can no longer contain myself and let out a hearty laugh. That name means something to the peasants to be sure but dropping a name of such low ranking on the grand scheme of things is almost insulting. "But of course miss, if only money meant anything here in this place." I take a step towards you and in that single step, I am mere inches from you and towering above.
With an evil grin on my face and a glint in my eye. "I'll show you the form of payment we accept here." My voice drips with vitriol as I stare daggers into your eyes. "Now get on your knees little girl."
As I move suddenly closer, towering over you, you take a step back by instinct. Now, without having to think, you turn to run.
I watch you run and let out a deep long laugh that echoes across the streets. Such a delicious chase, as much as my cock wants you right there and now I still want to savor this opportunity. Besides catching up with you is but a wave of the hand away. I watch you turn the corner and recover from my amusement and straighten my tunic.
"Come back miss, we were having such a fun time." I say in a low tone more to myself than anyone. A wave of the cane and the next passageway opens up.I know you're headed for a dead end and this will bring me to that wall you'll soon be facing.
It seems to you that the horrible man isn't giving chase. Perhaps I was only mocking you, but why'd I have to be so cruel is beyond you. It would've given me no trouble at all to help, as any good Christian should be glad to, you think to yourself. When you come around the corner you notice you're in a cul-de-sac. That's...strange. You are nearly positive this was where you'd just come from? You must be turned around again. You creep slowly back towards the corner, listening. Since you haven't heard my cane, likely you can slip out the other direction, if you're careful, you reason.
