Hide and seek

The little sissy put his eye to a crack in the cupboard door and shivered. He was huddled down in the cramped, dark space and being poked uncomfortably by who knew what invisible objects. A layer of dust over everything tickled his nose, but he had to keep quiet. They were close… very close.

A flash of far-off lightning lit up the sliver of room he could see; including the open door leading out to the corridor. There was a smell of rain on the air, but no splatter against the windows. No, instead there was an almost surreal quiet. A permanent intake of breath, just before the storm. As if carefully designed to instil unease and the pricking of anxious ears to every slight sound and movement.

And there was movement to hear... The soft, shuffling pad of limbs being used in not quite the manner they were built for. A shadow appeared in that doorway, low and hunched. Scanning the room for any hint of something out of place, any sign of the pretty, little creature cowering in his hiding place. Perhaps fifteen minutes before, Jesse had fled along that corridor with such a hound in pursuit. Gripping tightly to Suzy's hand as his guide led them left and right in a dizzying escape through a labyrinth he knew well. It had seemed like they would never be caught, handicapped as their pursuers were by a need to organise four limbs at once. Yet, the beasts and their hunting master were clever… and knew the lay of the land as well. They had cornered their prey… and **** them to split up, as the hosting target acted as bait to allow Jesse to double back.

So now the femboy was alone, and lost within the web of this extensive mansion full of dark corners and dead ends. Plenty of places to hide… but plenty of places to be ambushed from as well. He needed to find Suzy again… this place just did not seem the same without him close by. The shadows seemed longer. The creak of footsteps on a floor above, louder. The game did not seem so much like a game.

He waited another five long minutes after the dog-girl had shuffled out of sight, before tentatively easing the cupboard door open. There had been no further sounds of pursuit anywhere close for a while, though echoes of calling voices could still be heard upstairs. All the rich guests that had stayed the night had seemed to relish the idea of a ‘slut-hunt’ as an afternoon’s entertainment. Delighting in putting on their most sugar-tinted voices as they called out their plans for any runaway little playthings they might find. The slow count to a hundred seemed a long way back now, along with any insinuations that this was ‘just a bit of fun’. Jesse felt ancient, primal emotions stirring within his beating heart: of being a small mammal scurrying between the gazes of endless predators. It sent goosebumps rippling along his every slender limb. Every swish of his skirt seeming louder than it had any right to be. He planted every bare foot with precious care, not daring to risk bumping to anything amongst this manufactured darkness.

So it was with abject horror that he watched a spark of orange light burst into being, not five foot from where he froze up. That small flicker at the end of her smoking stick was enough to bring the sharp features of Lady Francine into stark relief. Seated as she was, quite calmly, in a large, high-backed chair directly opposite his hiding place. One leg leisurely draped across the other, offering tantalising glimpses up her tight, black dress.

“Found you…” She offered, with the smile of crocodile leather.

The sissy had no idea how she could have come to be there. The room had definitely been empty when he first arrived, and he’d barely spent a second without his eyes pinned to the only doorway. Somehow she must have moved with such speed and silence in those tall, thin stilettos upon her feet as to not leave any trace his ears could pick up. He was as impressed as he was terrified by the woman’s unfathomable abilities. No-one else but Madame Stanfield had made such an impression upon him so quickly. Yet… there still might be a chance: She was sat down… and the door was closer…

He got about three steps before a figure blocked out that glimmer of hope. The lord of this manor himself, Suzy’s Daddy, stepped into the light from the corridor… dashing all dreams of escape. Somehow, over the entire course of his being here… Jesse had avoided coming anywhere so close to the man as this. However, he was now, at last, well and truly in the hands of his host. The man took hold of his shoulders quite gently, but turned him around and pushed him back towards the centre of the room. Back towards the lap of the waiting Lady. Behind them, the door creaked closed. Then shut, with a finality undoubtable.