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Filename: wendria7.txt
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story_codes: M/g(9) Man/young girl, semi-cons

story_intro: After witnessing the brutal murder of her father by gangsters, Lita flees in a desperate attempt to evade the killers who want to witnesses alive. She seeks protection by hiding in a place whose purpose she does not understand. But when her pursuers arrive, the little virgin is left with one avenue to safety.


story_language: English





Wendria: Story 7 - The Price of Escape

Written by madvlad


	To those who frequented it, Eduardo's watchmaking shop, nestled in the Trades District of Burgos, always smelled faintly of light oils and metal alloys. Although not flowery by any stretch, it was a relatively pleasant scent. The shop was an orderly place and Eduardo could always quickly find the correct fine-toothed gear or delicate spring to repair a customer's timepiece.

	But this evening, the odor of fear and desperation pervaded and one cabinet that held many small drawers of parts had been knocked over with most of the contents strewn across the floor. Three grim men surrounded the figure in the chair whose hands were bound behind the back of it.

	After thirty minutes of the wildness of mortal fear, Eduardo felt strangely calm, even giddy. Perhaps it was his blood pressure falling or the withdrawal of adrenaline. He still knew he might likely die soon and his thoughts were now on another.

	His sainted wife had been gone for five years now but had left him with their little girl; his darling Angelita. Although still a child, she was growing and no longer the babe he often pictured in her mind. At the age of nine, she was his caretaker as much as he was hers. She kept their rooms above the shop perfectly clean and had good, solid meals ready for him at the appropriate times. An expert at fixing his clothing, she even brought in a little extra money on her own with some embroidery.

	At the moment, Eduardo hoped that the girl had heard the commotion here and had fled their apartment to summon the authorities. Even if it was too late for him, she would be safe with the police.

	The serious men in long cloaks had visited her papa twice in as many days. Not that he had done anything wrong - no, he was as honest and law-aiding as he was gentle. But apparently he had heard or seen something that the authorities representing the Prosecutor-General of Castile himself needed Papa's knowledge to put some very bad men away in the limestone prison islands that dotted the Northern Castilian coast. That Burgos was the capital city of Castile made the proximity to these most high officials quite close.

	But the men here tonight were different. Certainly, they were not from the government and the girl was sure that they worked for the bad men who were now endangered by her humble father. She had considered running for help, but she didn't want to abandon her dear papa. Remaining hidden, she tried to move closer to hear what was being said.

	The paper on the floor, thrown from a drawer when the cabinet was tipped, was a wrapping for a glass watch crystal. Thinking it was only a scrap of paper, she stepped on it only to produce an audible crunch.

	Like the others, Vargas was on edge which was why he heard the muffled sound of the glass breaking. As one, he and his men the nosy watchmaker all turned toward the sound and saw a young girl with long dark hair staring like a cornered rabbit. Her eyes, as dark as her hair, were huge in her pale face as she saw each of the men's faces.

	"Lita! Run!" Eduardo cried, no longer caring for his safety.

	"Get her!" Vargas shouted to his men before he drew his stiletto across the watchmaker's neck.

	The sudden escape of air from the opened throat made the streaming blood bubble in places as the man quickly expired. Vargas was nothing if not efficient and he was now about to allow a little girl to foul his assignment. Before the night was done, he was determined that she would join the sagging wretch in the chair in whatever afterlife they had earned.

	Lita hadn't seen Vargas' swift knife attack and once she left the building from the back, she darted left down an alley and then took another left so she was in front of the shop. Pale discs of light from the azurine-powered street lamp shown on the sidewalks but there were no people about at this hour since all of the respectable businesses were closed. Peering into the front window, she hoped to see that her father had escaped but instead saw him still bound in the chair.

	He was slumped forward with only his ties wrists keeping him somewhat upright. With his head slumped forward, Lita was spared the sight of his hideous wound but dark red stains plastering his white linen shirt - a shirt she had made for him - to his chest and stomach. She felt as if she had become detached from the world and was viewing some strange and gruesome tableau before the memory of her father's last words hit her again.

	Lita heard the hurried footsteps of the men as she turned and she was in full stride before their shouts and curses reached her ears. She ran with the instinct of prey zig-zagging through alleyways that made the men stop and split and then regroup when they caught sight of her again.
She found herself in an area that she did not know and there were people there. But none showed any interest in the frightened child or offered assistance.

	She had heard cautionary tales about places like this in the city - places where people died and the others turned a blind eye. Even the police were rarely seen and then only in daylight hours.
Turning another corner, she found a group of perhaps a dozen girls. The youngest were about her age and the rest were as old as their mid-teens. Slinking in on the outskirts of the group, she tried to blend in although their outlandish costumes were a far cry from her plain dress.

	A few noticed her and gave her curious looks - more of a reaction that she had anywhere else - but then they kept talking about things that made no sense to Lita. The door to the building opened and a woman's head extended out.

	"Time to make money," she called.

	A few grumbles were heard as conversations came to an end and the group returned to the building. Fearing to be left alone, Lita took a chance at finding refuge and followed the girls inside. She didn't notice the trio of men who were watching from the entrance to the alley.

	Lita jumped as her arm was grabbed. The woman who had opened the door stared at her and, for a moment, Lita feared she'd be sent out. But maybe the woman would call the police to have her taken away. That would work out for her but poor Papa...

	Shuddering at the vision of him lifeless in the chair, Lita felt her eyes watering but then the woman's voice jarred her back to the present and the nightmare that threatened to consume her. Dressed well but not lavishly, the woman was in her early thirties but seemed very jaded toward life.

	"You're not ready to go dressed like that," she noted with a shake of her head. "Magdalena!"

	A door from another room opened and a woman whose heavy make-up could not disguise an aging face came out. A smoldering cigarette dangled from one corner of her mouth at such a precarious angle that Lita thought it would drop at any second.

	"Yeah?" she asked, making the cigarette bounce but remain in place.

	"We have a new girl," the first woman sighed. "Phillip didn't tell me he had been recruiting today. Anyway, she needs to get changed."

	"Right," Magdalena acknowledged. "Come here, kid."

	Lita entered the room and the woman shut the door behind her before visually measuring the new arrival.

	"Take off your clothes," she told Lita. "I'll find you something quick."

	As Lita removed her dress, shoes, and stockings, Magdalena rummaged through racks of odd clothing like those that the other girls were wearing. As she did so, the woman kept speaking to herself as she pulled a few items to drape over her arm while returning some and leaving most in place. This made the cigarette dance about and throw a few ashes but the smoldering stick remained anchored to the heavily lip-sticked mouth. Finally satisfied with her selection, Magdalena turned to Lita and snorted.

	"When I said to take off your clothes, I meant everything. Those things look like they belong in a convent."

	Lita looked down at her plain, slightly baggy underpants. Was this what nuns wore under their habits? Maybe so, but she didn't understand Magdalena's disdain. Although the only other person in the room was female, Lita still felt a little embarrassed but removed her panties nonetheless.

	Then Magdalena gave her a pair of white stockings that went to mid-thigh when Lita donned them. Lita thought that to be quite modest as they went higher than the knee-high stockings she had worn under her knee-length dress.

	But the skirt she was given was anything but modest. She tugged on the hem to make it cover her rear but it was an awfully close margin. And of course her upper thighs were completely bare. Perhaps there might be another skirt that was longer and worn underneath as some sort of layering effect.

	But the only other item of clothing she was given aside from a pair of slippers was a tight white blouse whose top button was very low. Had a woman worn it (assuming it was a larger size), she would have shown plenty of cleavage. Lita, however, was left showing some flatness between her nipples (though at least they were covered).

	Worrying at the skirt again with her fingers, she asked Magdalena about another pair of underpants. The woman barked out a short laugh that jarred the cigarette but did not dislodge it. 
Then she sent Lita out after the other girls.

	Following her new co-workers out in to a large, smoky room, Lita found herself in a tavern. The other girls spread with some circulating about the room. Others sauntered directly to tables where customers beckoned them. Lita wandered, wincing whenever her skirt fluttered enough to show some bare ass cheek. That was bad enough but she inwardly shuddered at what would be exposed if the front were to lift too much.

	With a jolt, she saw a table with three men staring at her. They were the men from the shop.

	Spinning to her left, she saw a tough-looking man sitting with only the company of a bottle of wine at his table. Desperate to look like she belonged, she repeated a line she had heard from the other girls in the room.

	"Would you like some company, sir?"

	It was the last night before the mission and Raul had left the others for some time to himself. The last two months had been a blur of meetings and preparations and he deserved a few hours now before what lay ahead. Ostensibly, Castile was on friendly terms with the Anglians and Vespanans but there had been rumors of an expedition they had recently undertaken to the Mithlands.

	Castilian spies in the island city of Hoganville had confirmed from drink-loosened tongues of an airship crew that one of the huge Vespanan airships had been down there in that mysterious region. Some agents had been sent ashore and were later retrieved but what they had done or seen was a mystery.

	Whether it was for territory or resources, Castile was not about to allow its "friends" to gain the upper hand. Hence the recent focus in Raul's life as an agent to the crown. But for the moment, he concentrated on this girl who approached him. Despite her enticing outfit, she seemed out of place like some "good girl" who didn't belong. That must be the attraction angle she was working.

	It didn't make a difference either way to Raul but she certainly had what he was in the mood for so he signaled to his waitress to add the girl's rental to his tab.

	"Pablo, are you sure she is the one?" Vargas asked the man who had seen the girl best before she left the alley and went into this place.

	"She sure as hell looks like her," Pablo responded as his eyes traced the slim shape of her stockinged legs before admiring the naked skin of her upper thighs and the way her pert little rump pushed out against the skirt. "But a watchmaker's daughter wouldn't be whoring about here."

	"We'll make sure she is what she seems to be," said Vargas. "If she is, we have a long night of searching ahead of us."

	The way the girl blushed as she climbed into his lap as he instructed made Raul chuckle. But he wanted to get his rocks off more than he wanted a laugh and he slipped a hand between her legs. The girl gasped and looked like she was going to faint. Slightly annoyed, Raul found her to be dry as he probed inside the slit in her bald mons.

	"I thought you girls greased yourselves," he grumbled while dipping his fingers in his wine.

	Lita bit her lip to keep it from trembling as the man smeared the wine inside her cleft. Then he undid his trousers and Lita saw his member. An older boy had wagged his dicky once at her which was enough to make her run home frightened. But this one was bigger and sticking straight up. Now the man lifted her onto it so that it was touching her private area.

	When the girl did not move, Raul gave an impatient grunt and pulled her down. Her entrance opened but he barely got part of his glans in before he was blocked.  Stunned he looked at the girl whose light complexion was now bone white.

	"You're a virgin," he remarked with astonishment. "Why do they have you working the floor instead of having your cherry auctioned first?"

	Lita didn't understand the part about auctions and fruit but she did understand the need to explain herself and to do it quickly.

	"Some men killed my father and I snuck in here to get away. But now they're here and they see me and they'll kill me, too," she whispered in rapid-fire.

	"Unless they think you're just one of the girls here and not who they're looking for," Raul concluded.

	He had been through enough covert activities to know not to swivel his head. Instead, he casually shifted his eyes about while rocking the girl a bit as if they were playing. There, beyond her right shoulder. There were three of them; mean-looking sons-of-bitches watching his girl intently.

	With the mission he was about to undertake, Raul could just slid the girl off of him and avoid any entanglements. But her hairless snatch was already pressing around his cock head and Raul didn't get where he was today by playing it safe. Another glance at the trio watching showed him their body language - they weren't sure if they had the right girl. They had been around, too, and just three of them, no matter how nasty or armed they were, were not enough to take this place apart.

	"They don't know if you're the innocent little girl they are looking for or one of the house prostitutes. So you're about to become a prostitute - do you know what that means?"

	Lita paused to try to piece this together but could barely make sense out of anything, even if her father's last words and the image of him in that chair weren't still actively haunting her. She shook her head.

	"Well then, keep your mouth shut because it's going to her when I break into you," Raul instructed. "Just stay quiet and it will pass."

	Poor kid was about to lose her innocence with a pack of killers after her, Raul mused. Well, it was a hard world out there - he had certainly done his share of making it hard on others. This kid would be one more but she'd survive if she could play along.

	Raul grasped her around her waist and the amount of smooth skin his hands covered emphasized her young age and lack of size. But she was about to get bigger where it counted.

	When he saw her jaw muscles shift slightly, he knew she was clenching them shut. Jerking her down, he saw her eyes bulge and could hear a muffled grunt from her. There was a brief moment of elastic resistance before her hymen surrendered. A kiss of hot virgin blood greeted his prick as he entered the child's quim.

	Her body was rigid but she hadn't screamed, so he told her the tough part was over - she could relax and enjoy the ride. But Lita looked stunned as her girlish body was introduced to a womanly act. Never had she given any thought at what a man and a woman did together or why she kept certain parts of her body covered (because it was the proper thing to do). Now she felt another person, a man, sliding into her in one of those places in a way that provided both answers and more mystery.

	Although he was doing all of the work, Raul was more than satisfied as he penetrated the defloration-slick passage. Her flesh slid over him like another layer of skin, wrapping him in her heat. With a steady movement, he worked her up and down on his cock so he could stroke inside her virgin-tight pussy.

	Trembling as she was plumbed for the first time, Lita clutched at his shoulders. Although it wasn't her intent, she appeared to the world (and particularly to Vargas and his henchmen) like she was in the throes of sexual rapture (or faking it like many girls here did). She was stretched and pushed about inside as the coupling progressed and also felt an occasional flicker she couldn't explain except to want more of them.

	Raul saw the three men leave with a sense of urgency - they had to continue a search that would yield no results. Now focusing completely on this girl, he slid one of his hands down and then up under the back of her skirt. Her sable-smooth rump had enough flesh to squeeze despite its compact contours. Considering she had no training on how to work her body and her cunt muscles, she wasn't a bad piece at all. And from the thick, liquid sounds from where his cock was skewering her bald twat, she was getting into it, too. But the look on her face was priceless as she was learning what this was all about.

	Then her expression changed to shock as she felt what happens when babies are made. Although she was far too young to utilize his sperm, she still felt it as it thickly pumped through the barrier of her cervix to be the first to reach her unready chamber. Grunting with satisfaction, Raul pushed up to press his prick head against that last barrier so that he was as far inside the snug, prepubescent snatch while he finished inseminating the nine year-old former virgin.

	As was usual, the waitress had left a small rag at the table once he had "ordered" the girl. Using it to quickly wipe himself, he gave it to Lita. Fresh from her first ever sex act, the little girl was too embarrassed to do much else in public but to give herself a few sweeps under her too-short skirt.

	"Do you have any place you can go?" Raul asked. "Other relatives?"

	When she answered no, he called the waitress over to settle his bill and then paid for a room upstairs and for the companionship. Once they were alone in the room, Raul eyed her critically.

	"Well, you now know how to fuck, although you could use some refinements in your skill. But I can't justify taking you with us if you're no more than a piece of ass. This is a chance for you to not just leave the city but to leave Castile to a place where none of those men could even know to look."

	"I...I took care of the house where Papa and I liv... I can cook and clean and sew - even make clothes."

	Raul took one of her hands and examined it. These were not the hands of a little girl who only held toys and candy in them. No, he could see the callouses on her fingertips from working a needle. Nodding, he made his decision.

	"We'll leave by this window," he said. "Because they won't let me leave with a house girl if they see me, although..."

	He broke off with a chuckle. The management here would be quite befuddled in the morning with one girl not returned yet having a full complement of the young prostitutes. Well, neither he nor the girl would be around to be questioned by then.

	It wasn't the newest or largest, or certainly the grandest of airships, but it was the one they were taking. She could see the heavy patina of tarnish on the brass fittings everywhere - what her father had called "bright work" from his time in the aerial fleet. Shaking her head, Lita walked behind one of the porters in Raul's band. The metal here would require weeks of polishing before it could be called bright work again.

	She was the seventeenth and final member of the party. There were Raul and three others who were evidently in charge along with a dozen porters to carry the gear once the airship deposited them. Where that was, exactly, was not for her to know.

	That dreadfully short skirt and the rest of her outfit were gone and she felt relieved to be wearing a sensible dress again with heavy woolen stockings. Raul told her it would be cold up at altitude in the airship despite the heaters. A parka that was only slightly too large on her had also been included - it would be cold wherever they were going.

	Raul and his three colleagues had cabins in what passed for first class on board the Don Cesar. Lita and the porters were relegated to steerage with the pallets of equipment. But she found a nook between the pallets and the bulkhead where she could place her bedroll and have a bit of privacy from the chorus of snores with which the porters on the other side of the stacks now serenaded her.

	Lying in the dark, she replayed everything. It hurt to think of her father but here she allowed herself her tears unchecked.

	Papa, I think I have done something wicked but I wanted to live. I hope you are not disappointed with me. You always had kind words for me even when I didn't do so well.

	Approaching footsteps interrupted her attempt to commune with the departed and she saw a dimly set lantern bobbing as it neared. The light was raised and she saw Raul's shadowed face.

	"There's our little camp girl," he said.

	Since meals were served by the mess crew aboard the ship, Lita had felt a bit awkward with nothing to do until they made landfall, which Raul said would be in a few weeks. But know he knelt by her feet and she could hear the rustling of clothing. Then her dress was pushed up and she understood that she had other work to perform. She slid her panties down until Raul pulled them the rest of the way.

	Staring up toward the unseen overhead, she felt the man using his wet fingers against her bald cleft. Then his glans was against her and pushing in. In consideration for her age and size, he tried to use care but Lita still bit her lip as his urgency took over. Her childish cunny was filled and rubbed by the man's thrusting cock.

	Those little flashes happened now and again and Lita started to move her hips and squeeze with her vaginal muscles to make them appear more often. It worked and she noticed how she was becoming slicker in there because of it. Feeling her reaction, Raul pounded her harder, churning his meat inside her prepubescent sheath until the thing inside of her pulsed and she felt the hot rush of fluid that signaled completion.

	Patting her head with a slight show of affection, Raul got up. As Lita sat up to retrieve her underpants, another man, one of Raul's partners, stepped forward. Nothing was spoken but Lita understood. Lying back down, she opened her legs again for the next task.


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