She could hardly believe her eyes, just a few days ago she had never seen this man although he was living fairly close by. An isolated alley separated their houses, and she never wandered there. Nor did he, until now. Or better, a few days ago. His cat had ran away and his wife sent him looking for it. He stood outside her gate when she ventured out to meet him, talk to him. When he returned a few days later he told her his wife had left. Not sure him, more kind of disappeared. She did not encourage him in any way although asking him if she was as ugly as her boyfriend had told her was too obvious. But even that he accepted, he gave an honest answer. And although he did not make any pass at her, something any man with a cock would do after such a remark she felt he was not ignoring her. When he came to her house and waited for her to spot him she could see his eagerness. But surely she did not encourage him, so he had to wait.
She had told him about the dry well in the abandoned house opposite her house. She had showed it him, letting him get over the fear of being caught at trespassing other ones property. She knew all too well no one ever came there. And when she removed the cover of the well, throwing a pebble in to demonstrate the depth, it being dry he had watched. To be honest, when she saw him with a rope ladder, securing it to the nearby tree and seeing him descend in the well she thought he had gone bonkers. What man does such a thing? So she waited, that was about 11 am, 12 hours later it was still there, and he was still in there. Slowly a plan got in her mind. She was a strange girl, 16, living alone, not going to school, no stable relation with anyone, just herself, her mind, and all the interesting stuff on internet. She looked for stories, experiences, people living underground. By their own free will, forced. There was a powerful feeling growing inside her. What if. She could hardly wait, when he was still in the well at 3 am she would venture out, and find out what he was up to. And define her next step.
She was sure he was still in there, for the last hours she had watched the well from her house. Nothing had moved, her binoculars even showed no movement of the rope ladder at all. Now she was outside the well. Feeling at the ladder, maybe he was attached to it, so her plan would not work? Or was it a crazy idea? Should she just stop now, and let him be. Mr Wind Up Bird as she nicknamed him. And he did not object to that, he just took it all in. well, let’s see how he will take this in. and she started pulling up the ladder, very slowly, very carefully. He might not be sleeping, there wasn’t much room to sleep down there. But it was his decision to go to that place, and now it was her decision to keep him there. She carefully placed the ladder on the floor, listened once more and heard nothing. Then she left for home, for bed. Feeling good. A first step to something that might prove her desire to control, not just herself, but others as well. It made her feel light in her head, a rush of joy, a wave of pleasure. Now she looked so much forward to the conversation with the bottom of the well!
How did she manage to sleep, as the adrenaline rushed through her body? As the prospect of the next day excited her beyond any experience. She wanted to touch herself, relief herself and have a blissful orgasm. But she decided it would be much more fun to let the excitement grow, and let her desire take course of the actions. Just knowing he would still be there was enough for her to fall into a deep sleep, short but refreshing. At 9 am she had a shower, breakfast, end prepared herself. A quick look through the binoculars showed no miracle had happened. Het victim should still be at the bottom of the well. When she walked from her house, through the gate into the unfamiliar and overgrown garden she trembled with lust and desire. Bur there was fear as well, what if… But she did not let that thought in her mind poison her, destroy her desire. So the relief when she came to the well and got a reply to her friendly “hello Mr Wind Up Bird” was not that great. But it wasn’t what he said, it was his slow response
“Hello may, is that you?”
“Yes, indeed. It is me. I saw you going down yesterday. And I thought you wanted to stay there. So I decided to take away the ladder. Don’t tell me you did not notice it”
“Yes, I was wondering already, who knew of me. Did you plan this from the start?”
“I better ask you that question. It is a bit strange, going down into a dry well. Not telling anyone I guess?”
“No. no one knows I am here”
“Then tell me, Mr Wind Up Bird, how are you planning to get out. And when, if I may ask?”
There was silence, she waited for any sound, of despair, of worry. When there came no sound she responded to her own words.
“I guess there is no way of getting out then. Since I have no plans to lower the rope ladder soon. Do you have any food, or water”
“Just one small bottle of water”, was his reply
“Good, that means that you will need to think carefully, what it means to be down there. And me being up here. I can decide now what to do. Now, tell me why you had the desire to go down there”
“I just needed to be alone, to think, to have this conversation with myself”
“What conversation?”
“I cannot tell, about my wife walking out of me. About people I met those last days”
“Meaning me?”
“Yes, you too”
“And the young woman you were hugging recently?”
“Yes, her as well”
“You did not tell me about her. Have sex with her?”
“Yes. No, depends. When I think of her I feel desire. That was the yes, but …”
He did not finish his sentence. May replied
“And you expect me to believe that. I saw how close you held her, I saw your hands. On her back, one very low, even touching her ass”
More silence.
“Suppose the ladder was now down, would you get out?”
“No. I am still too confused. But you are right, I should not have held her like that”
“Did she excite you, Mr Wind Up Bird?”
“Yes, she did”
“More than I did then?”
“Yes, you are so young”
“And innocent?”
“Yes, I guess so”
“I am afraid you have to reconsider. I am not innocent. I have been thinking about you being down there, me being up here. You are not yet ready to understand my words, I am sure of that. I could now tell you of the power of life and death, I could tell you about how long one can stay underground. With no food, with little water. But I will not, you want to stay, then stay. But I will make a change. Watch”
And with those words she took the covers of the well and started to put them on the lid. Blocking the opening, stopping the light from entering, making sure his isolation was complete. She did not wait for a reply, or some kind of response, she just loved the strength that raced through her body. Making him her prisoner, declaring him her property. He would understand what that would mean. And apologize for the word “innocent”. If anything gave her pleasure it was making other people see the world is not always a beautiful place. And how was she excited now, this discussion was bringing her pleasure. Pleasure that needed to be released, standing next to the well she touched herself. Pinched her nipples, cupped her breast, while the other hand was in her crotch. Damn, if was nearly getting her off. Not yet, she would come back later. And needed all her resources to work out a strategy. How to bring this man of his knees, begging her. The sheer thought was a delight to her.
It was hard to have patience. She would love to rush back to him, and increase the pressure. It meant so much to her, this feeling of control. But the main question was, and should be, what was the ultimate goal? A quick success, or total destruction? Not often would she get another chance like this. Her Wind Up Bird might not yet know it, but she was prepared to pursue this until the end. One of them would break, and it would not be her. But yes, she was inexperienced, and she needed to be careful. It would beone step at the time. She would return just before dinner time. He would see the fading light, would be hungry, and would probably have finished his water. And he would be still asking himself questons about his damn wife and not understand what he is into now, that his wife running away is just the smallest of his problems. At that point she needed to take him to a next level. And she had to think through how to do that.
When she walked up towards the covered well she was sure there would not be a single noise, she had listened before, just to be sure. For a full five minutes she was next to the well, listening, enjoying the sun on her body, she had brought a bucket with sufficient rope and some bottles filled with water. Now she removed the cover, and let the sunshine fill the depth of the well. The light alone would be a terrible experience to him, it would rush in the darkness, blind him, he might have been waiting for this moment already a long time. And now it was there. He might be scared, she needed to know his state of mind.
“Mr Wind Up Bird, I am back. You are allowed to speak now. Tell me, any more thoughts you want to share with me?”
There was silence, a silence that had to be broken soon, otherwise it would be herself to be broken. She spoke again, now with more intensity. Same words, now adding
“I know you are there, I know you are suffering, I know you regret being down there now. But we cannot change that, do we? We have to move on, you needed time to think. I gave you time, all the time in the world. Speak now, Mr Wind Up Bird”.
There was his voice coming from the depth, much to her relief. But it was clear, soon that the moment had not come yet. Many “I guess so, that might be true, I don’t know yet” was said. She needed to have him speak to establish his situation, his status, his condition. She wasn’t intending to kill him off, certainly not before she had her fun with him. She asked if he was hungry, and he grunted a bit. Did he still have something to drink, and he told her he had nearly finished his water. She told him she was drinking now, unscrewed a bottle, and spilled a few drops into the well, like sharing abundancy, like rain. Made clear gulping noises, appreciating this treat.
“You know, it is a pity I have to drink alone. That you decided to stay in the well. But I respect that, Mr Wind Up Bird. I truly respect that. And if you wanted me, I could send some water down, in this bucket”, with she flew into the depth, letting it come to rest, empty as it was, high above his head, the well was deep. “But I cannot share that, I cannot do that. It would not be fair. You are on a mission. And I am helping you, I am intensifying your mission and make it worthwhile. For now, we will leave you like this. You are not to die, yet, we both know that. I have done some internet research, amazing how strong a body can be. How long you can last, if only you want. Do you want to last, Mr Wind Up Bird? You will not give up, there is a mess inside your head. There are too many girls playing tricks with your mind. Your wife for a start, than the girl in the house, and there is me of course. But my play is the most intense and the most real. We both know that. And tell you what, Mr Wind Up Bird, I like it that way. You know I am easily bored, with school, with the odd jobs that I do, with people. For now I am not bored, I want you to know that. I want you to know that I think of you a lot. Every minute, yes. Do you have a watch there? I want you to take it off, and put it in the bag that you carry. I want you to stop checking the time, again and again. Just listen to what I say, and obey. You will find solace in my words, you know that obedience brings you another step closer”
She let hang the silence. She heard him move. Responding to her words. When it was quiet again she restored the lid in place, no word uttered, no promise, no threat. Just silence. And darkness for him.
She wondered how long she had to wait, it was now nearly 7 pm. He was in the well for nearly 36 hours. No food isn’t exceptional, no light would be worse she guessed. He was finishing his water, thirst would kick in the next twelve hours. And even then it would take at least two more days to become critical. So, plenty of time. He needed to suffer, but mostly accept her as his saviour, his salvation, his master to step back into life. For now he needed to lose sense of time, to be cut from the ongoing movement of time. Timeless would he feel alone. Would think, and understand. She was standing next to the well, looking at the lid, thinking of his fate, and felt so good, so excited. In the fading light she knew no one would see her. She crouched down next to the well, her back to the stones that made the top. Now her hand slit under her shirt and found her little sensitive breasts. If these breasts had have been bigger, well developed she might have seduced the man earlier. Now he had fallen for this other girl. But her touching made her feel good. Her nipples were hard, the breast firm, the skin sensitive. Her other hand touched her crotch, through the fabric of the jeans she was wearing. And she felt this feeling of wetness spreading from the true centre of her body all over her. The palm of her hand felt slick, the skin of her breast was moist, and the excitement grew fast. She needed that to feel alive. She had done this before, she had experienced power before. But that was only a short lived moment. Now time was on her side, now she was spinning time into control, her control. And she closed her eyes as if to exclude the world from this feeling. How could can you feel without having an instant orgasm? Very good, and she wanted to wait. She was the virgin, waiting for her bride’s night. Tomorrow she would send these moist knickers down the well so he could inhale her scent. No food for the stomach, but food for his desire. She knew now that tomorrow another step could be made. She had to stop touching herself, otherwise even her jeans would be messy and wet. More than anything before she was excited.
She had spent the night watching a movie, trying to get to sleep, feeling restless, taking another shower, ordering herself not to touch herself, not to cup those lovely breasts, not to pinch her own nipples. If anything, it was hard. It was close to impossible. And so was the hardness in her groin, beyond any experience before. How did she ache for release, but it had to wait. Tomorrow 9 am, when all the neighbours left for work and school she would once again approach the well. And make another step towards defying its inhabitant.
She was carrying the same gear as yesterday, the bucket with a rope, and waterbottles. At breakfast she had drunk already quite some amount of water. So, she felt she was ready. Now she did not wait to remove the cover, she knew he was there. All was exactly as she had left it! So, letting the sun shoot into the depth of the well was a sudden explosion of light. He woud be blinded, he would be cripple, both physically and mentally. She called for him, expecting npt a direct response. He would need to time to adjust. But to her surprise the response came immediately.
“hello May, I am glad you are there”
“why is that Mr Wind Up Bird, do you have an important message for me? Or are you hungry or thirsty? I brought some water, just in case”. And she unscrewed the cap, letting drops fall into the well, like light rain. Knowing it would be tempting. There came no reply. She waited.
“Gueess you changed your mind? I go again?” The soft motion from below indicated doubt, so she waited a bit more.
“no. I am here. Please let me speak. It is important. The darkness, being here all alone, waiting for you, it showed me…” Silence again. She waited patiently, he needed time, her little one. And she had all the time in the world! Although, he might collapse under pressure and the stress. Or the thirst? He would be without water now for over 12 hours. The he continued
“it showed me, you are indeed not young and innocent. I am sorry I said that”.
“don’t be sorry, show it to me. I think you can guess how”
More silence, men are such silly cows. He could not imagine she was waiting for just some serious words, some proper understanding of their position. Now at this moment, and how this could never change, since he would only get out, once he had done the right thing.
“well, I think I will explain it to you. I am more or less insulted by your lack of interest in me. I thought you would have seen before I am not like the hugging girl you held before. I am 16, I am ready for life, I have taken control over school and decided to step away from that. I am not interested in obeying orders by others. Now it is my turn, to command, to be obeyed, to be understood. So, if you ever want to drink again, and I really mean ever, you will have to make a step. Need more explaining? Wait, let me drink some since I get thirsty standing here in the sun. You are lucky you are down there.” And again she unscrewed the cap, gulped the water down, and made sure some spilled from her mouth, sending the drops down to the well. Giving her petite chest a wet t-shirt contest look. She smiled at her ow clumsiness, she liked herself wel enough to let her hands softly touch the wet spots, stimulating this sensation that was awaiting in her body for a few days now.
“yes, I understand. I need to drink, I need to talk to you, I think I have been down here long enough. Can you please drop the ropeladder”
Now she laughed, “are you serious? do you really think I will do that? I am afraid you did not understand the meaning of my words!”