“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she snapped, in response to my free speech. “Now walk.”
Deciding not to get into a fight over nothing, I obeyed, a little surprised when she began telling me when to step, so as to avoid me tripping, although I couldn’t be sure if she was actually being hospitable, or just didn’t want to have me inconveniencing her by falling.
However, what she didn’t know was that I’d listened to two people take these steps at this point, and been able to get a pretty decent picture of their general spacing, thanks to the distance of the sound origin combined with the length of time it took to take them.
Meaning, I would have been perfectly fine on my own, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
Because I felt like the less they knew about what I was capable of, the better.
Gwen then proceeded to walk me through an echoing space, possibly a grand foyer if this was truly a mansion, only to take me down a hallway underneath the potential staircases, leading me to a doorway that opened into a really tight space.
“Stand still,” Gwen muttered as she slipped past me in the cramped area, unexpectedly telling me two qualities about her when she brushed against me.
One, she was really skinny, including in her chest area, her breasts feeling like they couldn’t be larger than B-cups as they brushed against my arm. And two, she was definitely wearing something silky, but also poofy, which only reinforced my maid outfit idea. I also began to suspect that her hair might be shoulder length, because I could occasionally hear a different kind of swooshing when she would turn her head quickly, like hair brushing over shoulders, or possibly just brushing over the collar of her outfit if her hair was actually more chin-length.
I then heard her press a button and the back wall unexpectedly began rising, revealing an echoey space beyond.
“Look,” I blurted out seriously, feeling nervous again. “I just came because I need help. I didn’t come so you guys could lock me in your dungeon and keep me as your prisoner.”
Surprisingly, Gwen made an amused noise at that, only to speak firmly. “Just shut up, and come on,” she hissed. “We have more stairs, this time down, so watch your step.”
“Umm, sure,” I agreed as she grabbed me firmly by the arm again, tugging me forward as the heat in her fingers seeped into my skin, with me beginning to wonder if I could speak more freely now that I’d amused her a little. “So, just wondering, but are you a normal person?” I asked hesitantly.
She scoffed. “Just shut up, and step,” she snapped. “Step,” she repeated. “Step.”
“Okay, I’ve got it,” I snapped back. “These feel like normal stairs.”
Although, they were again concrete steps.
She was quiet then, her thin fingers still tight on my arm as we continued down, going quite a bit further than I was expecting for a normal basement. When we reached the bottom, she then stopped, holding onto me as we stood there in silence.
Confused, I finally spoke up. “Something wrong?”
“Why did you come here?” she asked firmly, the heat from her body beginning to feel like a radiator, in a really good way.
Surprised, I cleared my throat. “I thought Mrs. Rebecca told you guys. My parents left me a weird stone, and we think there’s something bad going on with it, and I don’t really have anyone else I can ask.”
“This isn’t a trick?” she asked seriously.
I scoffed. “Of course not. I didn’t even know Miriam–”
“Mistress,” she snapped firmly. “You will not call her by her name, unless she gives you permission to do so.”
I sighed. “I didn’t even know your mistress was alive, until Mrs. Rebecca mentioned it.” I paused. “And she didn’t even tell me that right away. She just said that she knew someone who might be able to help, and only after she spoke with your mistress did she mention who it was.”
“Are you trying to get me to believe that you didn’t know succubi are immortal?” she demanded, sounding skeptical now.
I paused as I considered that, kind of surprised she was being so open about what her mistress was, knowing she was skeptical that I didn’t automatically assume that Miriam was alive.
“I mean, yeah,” I agreed. “No one has ever actually told me they’re truly immortal. I just kind of assumed that based on something I read, but never really thought that this particular woman that I’m here to meet was still around.” I then paused again, suspecting she still didn’t believe me. “Look, I’ve never met my real parents, okay? I have no one who I can ask about this stuff. That’s it. I’m just here because I need help, and if she doesn’t think she can help me, then I’d be happy to leave without even meeting her.”
Gwen didn’t respond, but after a few seconds she began tugging on my arm again, leading me around a sharp corner to my right and then down another hallway, this one sounding echoey even if it wasn’t very large. I suspected the bare concrete walls were the cause for the ricocheting noise.
I cleared my throat. “You aren’t really going to put me in a dungeon, are you?” I finally asked, trying to sound lighthearted.
“No,” she replied simply. “But I am putting you in a room that might feel like one. My mistress is not thrilled to be meeting with the scion of an incubus, and is taking every precaution she can.”
“Not thrilled?” I repeated in surprise. “Then why does she even want to meet me?”
“Because she loves her children,” she said firmly. “And she will not tolerate you harming them.”
Oh fuck.
“I would never,” I said quietly, feeling really uneasy now, wondering if I should just make a run for it while I still could, or wait and see how this played out.
Gwen didn’t respond, but oddly enough, her fingers squeezed slightly on my arm as if she’d heard my thoughts and was preparing to stop me from escaping. And then, even more strange, when I decided I’d just wait it out, her grip loosened just a little.
I knew I had to be imagining it, but still it felt very coincidental.
Although something as crazy as mind-reading could explain why she was being a bit more social and nicer now.
Finally stopping to open a noisy metal door, she tugged me inside, proceeding to instruct me to sit, while guiding me a little, almost as if she wanted to continue touching me, only to readjust my arms behind the back of the metal chair I’d found myself in, beginning to secure the handcuffs to a chain.
A chain that was undoubtedly attached to a bolt in the floor.
“Hey,” I said seriously, just as she finished and began standing up. “She’s not going to try to hurt me, is she?”
Gwen hesitated briefly, before resting her hand on my shoulder, and leaning down a little. Her tone was surprisingly friendly. “I cannot speak on behalf of my mistress’s intentions…but I will admit she does have a soft spot for the orphaned.”
I turned my head slightly toward her, though of course I couldn’t see anything with the bag over my head and blindfold over my eyes. Still, I felt an increased warmth coming from her, even if it was only brief.
“I didn’t know my parents either,” she said quietly, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze, only to speak more firmly again, raising her voice. “However, I can promise you that her family is very important to her. Make her feel even a little threatened, and it might be the last thing you do.”
“Fuck,” I hissed as she let go and began walking away. “Hey, I’m not a threat to anyone,” I said seriously. “I would never–” I stopped talking when the door slammed shut, an audible clicking sound occurring as it locked, suddenly finding myself completely alone in a concrete space.
Fuck.
‘Okay, deep breath,’ I told myself, still feeling confident I could escape if I needed.
I just needed to give this some time, wait to have this meeting with the woman who raised Mrs. Rebecca, and hopefully walk out of here peacefully…instead of fighting for my life.
But shit, what kind of situation had I found myself in?
Dammit, this was bad.
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Original: September 6, 2021
Submitted: May 25, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
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