The city street was bustling with activity, the sounds of car horns and shouting pedestrians filling the air. Amidst the chaos, Letitia strode confidently down the sidewalk, her high heels clicking against the pavement. She was dressed in a sharp suit, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in everything around her.
It was then that she noticed him. A young boy, no more than 12 years old, crawling on the ground several feet away. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and he was crying in pain. Letitia's interest was piqued. She had a weakness for the vulnerable, and this boy was the epitome of vulnerability.
She approached him, her eyes narrowing. The boy noticed her and began to crawl away in fear, but Letitia quickly closed the distance between them. She grabbed him by his broken leg, dangling him in the air.
"You will be my servant, or I will eat you alive," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
The boy whimpered, tears streaming down his face. Letitia found his fear and pain incredibly arousing. She carried him to a nearby alley, out of sight of the busy street. She set him down gently, but kept a firm grip on his broken leg.
"Please, let me go," the boy begged, his voice shaking. "I don't want to be your servant. I just want to go home."
Letitia laughed, a cruel sound. "You have no choice. I am in control here."
She watched as the boy cried, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The sight of his pain and vulnerability made Letitia even more aroused. She leaned back against the wall, her breathing quickening. She began to touch herself, her fingers moving deftly under her skirt.
The boy watched her, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Letitia smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're responsible for this," she said, gesturing to her arousal. "You and your fear. It's intoxicating."
The boy whimpered, tears streaming down his face. Letitia continued to touch herself, her movements becoming more urgent. Finally, she reached her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure. She opened her eyes, looking down at the boy with a satisfied smile.
"You did well," she said, her voice softening slightly. "But don't think this means you're off the hook. You're still my servant."
The boy nodded, his eyes downcast. Letitia stood, adjusting her clothes. She looked down at the boy one more time, her expression unreadable. "I'll be back for you later," she said, before turning and walking away.
As she emerged back onto the busy street, Letitia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had found a new plaything, and she was eager to see what other pleasures he would bring.
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