Into the Apartment

Realizing it was best to get out of sight, you turn around and kick open the wooden doors into the building. The room, while lavishly decorated with furniture and art, was devoid of people. You quickly glance around the room, hoping to find a hiding place. The bed was too close to the ground to hide under, but next to it was a large wicker basket, most likely used for storing linens. You run over, dragging the bewildered raven-haired girl behind you. You lift the lid of the basket and see it is empty except for a few expensive silk sheets. There was more than enough room for both of you, thanks to your thin frames.

You step into the basket and crouch down. The girl quickly catches on and follows you in, sitting down on your lap. You reach out, grab the lid and put it over your heads as best as possible. And not a moment too soon as you hear the front door to the apartment crash off the hinges.

"This must be the room!" One loud voice shouted. You hold your breath, and the girl follows suit. You hold her close to your body and she buries her face in your shoulder.

"Where did they go?" Another howled, and you hear the sound of clay shattering to bits. You assume they broke open one the colorful jars used as decoration.

"Maybe they left already?" A third chimed in.

"Impossible! We would have run into them!"

"I'm not letting that whore or the little shit-stain that stole her get away!" The man who broke the jar snarled. "I'm gonna fuck and kill them both! And not necessarily in that order! Tear this apartment apart!" Your heart beats even faster and you hear the girl in your arms whimper.

"Forget them." Another man said calmly. "Why waste so much time on one girl? There are plenty more running around the streets. Enough for us all to have our fill."

"Yeah, she wasn't that pretty anyway." The first man replied. "Let's just go." There was some arguing and fighting, but the men eventually left the room, leaving you alone in silence with the girl. After a few minutes of quiet, you feel free to talk.

"I think they are gone." You whisper. You slowly lift the lid up and peer out of the basket into the room. Sure enough, you are alone again. "Yeah, they left." You confirm.

"Thank every god in the pantheon." The girl whispered, exhaling the breath she was still holding. "I thought those men were going to... going to..." She shudders. "I do not even wish to contemplate it."

"Good thing I found you when I did." You reply.

"Yes. I owe you a great deal for saving me." She nods. "My name is Cassia."

"Adonis." You reply. "I think we can get out of this basket now."

"Can we stay just a moment longer?" She asks you. "My heart is still pounding in my chest."

"Sure." Your voice wavers slightly. The dark-haired girl set her head back down on your shoulder. You put your arms back around her comfortingly and that seems to help. She stirs a bit and, now that the excitement is over, you realize how close the two of you are. Cassia's ass, a very round and supple ass you now note, is resting right on your lap and her bare slender legs are almost wrapped around your waist. Her breasts are pressed against your chest and there isn't much cloth between you; now really looking at Cassia, you see she is wearing a thin blue silk shirt. It's hardly a shirt at all, really; it is more like two silk strips that cross on her back, come up over her shoulders, then come down over her breasts and meet at her belt, just under her belly button. Her skirt is the same blue material and barely even covers her thighs, with thin undergarments covering her private areas.

You feel a stirring in your loins and try unsuccessfully to suppress it. It has been a long time since you have felt the soft body of a female and the sensation courses through you, causing your cock to grow rigid from want. It becomes obvious to Cassia as well, when your erection grows between her legs. Her eyes widen and she looks down at you in fear.

"Cassia, I-" You start, but don't get any further. She screams and knocks the basket over. She scurries out and turns around to face you. You crawl out of the overturned basket to see Cassia shuffling backwards away from you with her hands.

"S-stay away!" She cries out. "I am not some prize to be ravaged!" You look at her in shock. You may have saved her life, but with the state of the city, it's easy to understand her fear. You need to quiet her, though, as you are still not sure how safe you are.