Tora's Fantasy Adventure as a Rogue Chapter 1
A shadowed figure slipped through the moonless night, moving almost silently from shadow to shadow. Finally the night came when she could make her move; she had been waiting for weeks for the conditions to be just right. A clouded moonless night where she could sneak from her hiding point and towards the strong hold’s most guarded room.
Tora was a rogue and thief, experienced in her role, and very talented where it was needed. Her commission tonight, from the guild, was to get into the strong room and steal a single, almost valueless item, to prove both her worth, and her guild's worth to the strong hold's master. She walked along the darkened corridors towards the labyrinth that guarded the access to the strong room.
After what seemed like hours, the human girl finally made it to the corridor ending in the door to the labyrinth. This one unfortunately brightly lit with mage lamps, not even an invisibility spell would get her past them unseen, and the last thief who tried still hasn’t been seen. She peeked around the corner and into the corridor. At the end of it stood the two guards in their plate armor, each holding a spear and shield. Good, she thought, They must be sweltering in that armor, this might actually work.
Tora strode boldly into the corridor and was instantly spotted. But she approached them without any show of nervousness. In her hands she carried a tray with a pair of goblets and a flagon of wine. She was glad that she had a chance to get use to her outfit, the outfit that was essential to her disguise for the long wait.
Tora stood on a building outside the strong hold, surveying it, trying to figure out the best way in, and the best way out. A thief likes to make sure that she can do the job, and not be found, ever. She knew that the job was important to the guild, after all why else would they give it to her. The night was lit by the moon, no clouds were in the sky. If she kept to the shadows then no-one would be able to see her as she mapped out the place.
The black leathers she wore concealed her as she moved in the shadows. The leathers were almost skin tight, but not quite. Around the joints they were loose, giving her as much flexibility as possible. Her hair wrapped up tightly in a bun, hidden within the hood of her cloak. She swept along the roof tops, making sure to never get too close to the edge to be seen from the streets below. The soft doeskin of the outfit kept her 5'4" body almost silent as she moved with well practiced steps.
About half way around the strong hold, she stopped. I might be in luck. She thought to herself as she spied people leaving the strong hold. If I'm right, that's Rawlf, and his dancing troop. She jumped across the alleyway so that she can get a better look. The corpulent man was definitely the owner of the dance troop.
The idea set, she broke sight contact with the dancing group, and moved deeper into the city. She knew where Rawlf was likely to go. A local tavern where he spent some of his coin each night. The thief jumped almost noiselessly down to the ground by the tavern and adjusted her outfit. She pulled back her hood to reveal her face. She also pulled the cloak off of one shoulder to reveal the black form fitting leathers, and more importantly to expose the wicket dagger she kept on her belt. The tavern didn't have a very good reputation, but the dagger with a guild sign on it was good enough to keep most away. No-one in the tavern was likely to know what the guild sing actually meant, but most knew enough not to interfere with her. Justice might be swift from the guard in the city, but vengeance from the guild was swifter.
She slipped into the tavern, and off to the side away from the door. She took a few moments to a customize her eyes to the light, she did not want to be in the way of the door in case someone came in behind her. She nodded to the bar keeper and then walked over to a shadowy corner to wait, and to think up the story she would tell her mark for getting her into the strong hold.
She did not have to wait long, Rawlf kept to his normal habits, easing his way into the bar with familiar ease, and walked over towards his normal corner. Tora's cautious nature kept her from approaching him directly, at least not till he had taken his first drink. An anxious thief was usually a dead thief. And a cautious thief was usually a poor one. A good thief knows just how to balance the two.
She walked past Rawlf's table, making sure that he saw her face, and making sure she did not make any eye contact. She also made no move to slap his hand away as he grabbed for her wrist. "Tora, what a surprise to see you here." He started.
"Oh hello Rawlf. Still drinking away your profits I see." She said to him, her deep green eyes turning towards him, making eye contact again.
"Not as much profits as you would think." He kicked a chair out from the table, "Come and have a seat, and let me share some of those profits with you."
The blonde girl shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant way, and took the seat, "Well since you asked." She said with a smile on her full lips, "And I have nothing else to do tonight."
Rawlf was a small man, heavily set, he raised his eyebrow at the girl. "Not out robbing the town? You must be getting slow."
She looked directly at Rawlf, her eyes flashing a bit dangerously, "No need to advertise that." She said in a muted whisper to him. "As it is the guard is after my tail-"
"And what a nice tail it is too."
"Thanks…" She said with a bit of sarcasm, "As it is, I'm only here since the guard never comes here. I'll find a way out tonight."
The troop owner could not help but to smile, "Well as it so happens Tora, I never did fill the space in my troop that you vacated, and you could always hide out with the other girls."
"Really now." She replied with sarcasm lacing her voice. She knew that. "That's awfully convenient." She continued, and looked at him sharply, "You aren't working for the guards are you, trying to fox me out." She cautioned the man, her hand lowering towards the dagger at the her belt.
He jumped back from her, almost falling back in his seat, "Oh no, not that." He said, "It's just very hard to find a dancer of your qualities."
"No I suppose you wouldn't. After all most dancers are very flat chested. I'm far from it." She took a few measured moments, looking at him, making sure he knew that she was measuring his honesty in this matter. "Very well, I'll accept your offer."
"Oh that's marvelous, I have a commission with the strong hold to entertain the lord there."
The next day, Tora joined the dancing troop at the staging hall where they dressed before the trip to the performance. They found it best to dress away from the performance and travel as a group. Less chance in being harassed as they were getting ready. Tora knew some of the girls, but most she didn't know. It had been at least a year since the last time she danced with the troop.
Her costume was simple enough. It was designed to highlight her body, but also to preserve her modesty. She found that she got very nervous when too much skin was showing. The outfit from the night before, while revealing her figure covered her from finger to toe, only leaving her head uncovered when she had her hood pulled back.
Covering her top was a simple vest the pushed her breasts together, revealing only the top of her cleavage, and an expanse of pale skin from her chin to the neck of her top. Made of red velvet and lined with gold like jewelry, the top highlighted her natural bust. The top covered her ribs, but revealed her tight belly. With her profession as both a dancer and a thief her belly had the sculpted look to it, and was one of her best features. A jewel was inset into her naval, to help highlight the face.
The back of the best covered down to her outfit's bottom. The bottoms started with a pair of tight leggings, of a deep orange colour. The material was lighter then the top, and was skin tight, showing off her thighs and calves. Over the leggings she wore a pair of shorts, that left her belly exposed, but concealed her round buttocks. The back of her vest was tucked into the shorts.
Around her arms were several silk scarves, wrapped in billowy folds, almost braided to form different coloured patterns. Other scarves were wrapped around her body and down her legs. Some tucked into the waist of her shorts. And other hanging around her neck. The scarves covered her belly after she put them in place.
When the troop arrived at the strong hold, Tora took the opportunity to look around the insides. Her trained eyes looking for all the best hiding places. When she decided to infiltrate the castle for real, she wanted to make sure she knew where to hide if necessary. The dancing troop was led through the castle and towards the main court of the lord. The chamber was definitely expensive. Fully eighty feet long and 40 wide. Grand columns held up arches that supported the ceiling, which also turned out to be the roof. The expense was immediately apparent as the ceiling was glass, spread over the arches, so that the sun could light the room directly. The supporting arches where spaced at least twenty feet apart, showing that the glass was something more than glass.
The troop came to the front of court and bowed to the lord. Tora and most of the other performers made their way to the side as the first performance was started. A simple and standard affair, with promises of wanton behavior that would never be delivered. Each act proceeded along the same lines, each with a slightly faster pace. A few were belly dancers, and others had wide ranging motions.
Then it was Tora's turn. She was suddenly nervous. She hadn't danced in a long time, and hoped she still knew the moves. Rawlf's introduction was no help.
"If it pleases milord." He began, his voice strong and clear, obviously not showing any signs of the drink from the night before, "I have recently contracted a dancer of no small talent. She's been away for a year, but her dances are legendary."
The blonde girl strode to center stage and bowed to the lord sitting on his thrown. His frame was strong, but he was not a massive man, his guards were taller and more muscled. Over his body he wore a purple robe. His eyes seemed to radiate power as he looked into Tora's green eyes. She was even more nervous from that gaze. She knew he was a magic user, and knew his eyes could pierce deception, her mind right now was making sure her performance didn't get herself killed.
The music started, the flow of it came back to her as her body seemed to instinctively move to the music. She had forgotten how well she enjoyed the performing. The beat was slow, and the music was fluid. Her body moved with it, her hips slowly rocking back and forth as if a gentle wave along the beach. Her hands moved upwards to the sky, sunlight flowed over the scarves tucked into the sleeves of her vest.
As she stretched her arms over head the scarves pulled free from their lower bonds, trailing now freely from the sleeves as they unraveled from their loose braid to form waves of colour around the dancer. The beat slowly sped up, the percussion beating closer towards the rate of the human heart. Tora let the music surround her and she lost herself in the performance, no longer caring where she was, all that mattered was the magic of the music, and its seductive qualities.
Her legs spread wider as she followed the rising beat, the dance bringing her to display her flexibility and strength. When her hands came down, the scarves continued to flow around her body, in seemingly mystical ways as the caressed over her fluid form. The beat picked up again, taking the human heart with it, and Tora started to twirl and jump, scarves flowing up and around her, some pulling free and floating away to reveal the costume below.
The moves were enchanting, the eyes of everyone was on the body of the dancer, as the tight costume was revealed. When the last scarf was discarded the blonde stood before the lord, her hands over head, her tight belly exposed. The beat had slowed down again, and her hands where held over head, as her body moved in sensuous curves, showing off her best attributes to the lord.
As the beat slowed down it seemed that the room had darkened slightly. The blonde finishing her dance with a maneuver that spread her legs forward and back, her body bowing forward over her right leg. Her long hair settling down like a veil over her head.
It wasn't too many more performances when Tora had a break in her work to find a way into the strong hold and to steal its treasures. She was invited to join the strong hold as a dancer, a private dancer. The blonde knew that this meant joining the lord's harem, but she didn't see that as a determent, she had seen how the harem girls had dressed, and the clothes where that much more revealing than her dancing outfit. She knew that she could hide whenever the lord came looking for a bed mate, and be never chosen.
The only thing that concerned her was that each harem girl she saw about the castle wore a set of leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a collar around her neck. But they seemed to be well cared for and didn't mind those restraints in the least. Each band was buckled and locked in place, there weren't any other pieces attached to them, so Tora took them to be mostly symbolic, and Tora was an expert with lock picks.
The locks did add to her performance. At first they were a bit frustrating, and threw off her balance. But she was able to add the chime and the rattle of the locks to the music, shaping the sounds into her performance. As she danced and got use to the leather around her wrists, ankles and neck she grew to like them there. For some reason it gave her the feeling that she was in a secure place.
But she never forgot her mission. She was given three months from the guild to complete the commission, and already a month had gone by. She was picking up a lot of information on possible ways to get in and out. But none of them were what she was satisfied with.
Tora's run of good luck continued, and her dances were always enjoyed by the lord and his court. One day as she was finishing up her dance, the lord motioned for her to approach.
"Well my lovely flower, it seems that you have become a welcome part of the court. But there is something strange about you." He told her.
"Strange, milord?" She asked, with a bit of nervousness creeping into her voice.
"Your dances seem to be almost constantly mesmerizing. The music flows through you, almost as if you become a part of it."
Tora forced a blush, and stammered as she looked down at the ground, "Thank you milord. I try my best."
"I think it's more than that. And I want you to join my inner harem so we can discuss it at length."
She looked up suddenly, genuine surprise showing on her face. "Inner harem?" She asked with a gasp.
"Oh yes Tora. You didn't think you could avoid the normal attentions one gets in a harem for all this time, did you?"
This time she blushed naturally, looking down at the ground again. She bit her lip with her nervousness.
"I require something special in my favoured girls, and I think you have it. Shall we see?" He asked with a leading question.
"As you wish, milord." She said, her eyes still towards the floor.
A snap of his fingers was all the warning she got. Her wrists were grabbed by two hands each. Tora looked up suddenly and saw that she was held by two women. Obviously from the harem, but none that she had seen before. Each was dressed in harem silks of a more risqué style then she was used to seeing. They wore cuffs like the other girls did. But no buckles were evident on each band of leather, and each had four D-rings embedded in them. The two girls each held the thief in a strong grip, almost supernaturally strong as Tora could not get away.
While she struggled the lord had gotten up from his seat and approached the captive blonde. "You see I need a girl who has that special spark in it. You could call it a magical spark, and judging from your performance, you do have it. But we'll have to see." He held out his hands and in each he held a ball of fire.
Tora was suddenly scared as she looked at the balls of fire. She tried to pull back away from the girls, but they held her strong. "What are you doing?!?" She cried out, almost a scream of fear. The one thing the blonde always feared was magic, since she had nothing to counter it. She cried out again as he threw the balls of fire at her.
She tried to jump out of the way but the fire enveloped her. She cried out again with fear. But her cries quieted as she felt no heat. What she felt instead was cool, the cool of air against her body. It took her a moment to realize that she was naked, all her pale skin was exposed, even the locked on cuffs and collar had been burned away leaving her unharmed.
"I also need someone who enjoys her work." The lord said and moved forward and rubbed his hand over the blonde's now exposed sex. "And you seemed to enjoy it in that special way." He says as his fingers rubbed against her exposed folds, "That's good. But first we have to test you."
"Let me go!" She cried out as she tried to get away. "What test?" She said suddenly.
"Why this of course." He went back to the thrown and grabbed a box that was sitting besides his seat. He opened it and pulled out a large band of leather. With the two other girls holding Tora, the lord put the band of leather over her head and down around her neck. He pulled her long hair free, and smiled. Tora didn't know why he smiled until she felt the leather contract around her neck.
"Oh you do have the talent, that's for sure. Let's see just how strong it is." He nodded to the two girls, and they shifted their grip to her form arms, exposing her wrists. The lord placed matching bands of leather around each wrist, watching them shrink to fit. "That's good, pull her arms behind her back and see if she has enough magic that they will bind there." The two girls did as instructed, and then let go.
The naked blonde tried to pull her wrists apart, but found that two of the D-rings had merged together, binding her wrists there. "Very nice. Now on your knees." She fell down to her knees, not knowing why she did, but finding she could not refuse his commands. She found out why she was on her knees when a pair of ankle cuffs was wrapped around her limbs, completing the set. A chain was touched to a D-ring on each ankle cuff, and was bound in place.
"Oh that's very good. You have enough talent that I don't have to use locks on you."
"You bastard!" she cried out as she knelt there, finally finding her tongue, and breaking the role that she had set before. But the lord didn't seem to notice.
"Ahh good, you have spirit." Is all he said. Lastly he pushed a ball to her mouth. She sealed his lips, but the ball seemed to flow as if liquid into her mouth. She found it growing till it filled her mouth a pair of straps growing out of the ball and wrapping around her head.
"I wonder just how much more you have. But for now I think that's good." He looked at one of the girls, "Take her to the harem, I have some things to attend to first."
Tora was helped to her feet and a leash clipped to her collar. She was dragged out of the public court and into a space of the strong hold she's never been before.
The brightly lit corridor did nothing to hide her, or her disguise. For the past while Tora had been hiding in the harem. Her body was clad in silks. The cut was scandalous. The top was a coat that was cut too small for her ample breasts, and fastened in place by a pair of golden chains. This left the inner curves of her breasts exposed, right to the outer edge of the areola, the vest ended just below her breasts and left her tight belly exposed, the golden tanned sculpted by her strong muscles. The coat covered her arms in billowing sleeves that ended at her wrists.
For the bottom, the harem pants were no less daring in style and cut. The pants were the typical billowy cut that most harem girls wear. But these were cut to be very low on the hip, coming up just past the largest measurement on the girl’s hips, so that from behind the top of the crease between her buttocks was fully evident. On her feet the blonde girl wore simple silk slippers.
If the cut wasn't enough to make the human thief nervous, it was the silk material itself. The material was so shear that it only provided a slight hue of orange to her body. Her skin was completely exposed beneath the silks she wore, allowing her to hide nothing. Her pubic zone was shaved mostly bare, only keeping a small patch of blonde curls above to prove that she was a natural blonde, something exotic in these southern areas. The deep red of her nipples were revealed, along with the nipples themselves. The material also did nothing to hide another thing that made her nervous. On her wrists and ankles were leather bands, each about two inches wide, and each with four D-rings on them. The bands were seamless, something she hadn't counted on, magical in nature. Around her neck she also wore a collar, a bit thinner then the cuffs, but of the same style.
The final piece of her disguise was a veil that matched the translucent orange silks that she wore. It covered her face from just below her green eyes. And of course it did nothing to hide the large ball that was strapped into her mouth. The ball held in place by a seemingly complex arrangement of leather and steel. The ball strapped to a pair of O-rings settled on her cheeks, to which other straps of leather were fastened. The main strap circled around her head and as buckled tightly there. Another set was buckled under her chin. The final set of leather was placed along her cheeks to join at another O-ring at the base of her forehead. A last strap traveled over her head to a buckle that kept it tightly fastened. Three padlocks, one for each buckle made sure that the almost naked thief could not remove the ball from her mouth.
The guards visibly relaxed as Tora came closer. Her long blonde hair swung freely behind her, touching her buttocks above the top of her pants. To the guards were use to the harem girls being sent on errands with trays such as Tora was carrying.
"What do we have here?" The one on the right of the door said, his voice clearly showing he knew exactly what was happening. Girl's came to the labyrinth all the time, but were usually escorted.
Tora just winked at the two guards. She couldn't answer in any way. She approached to stand before them. And then bowed slowly, her motions set so that she did not upset the tray. The tray held low so that her ample breasts, and cleavage were shown nicely to the two. When she completed the bow she knelt down before them and set the tray on the floor. Her hands went to one of the goblets and the flagon of wine, the pouring of the wine took only moments, and the blonde was back on her feet approaching the guards. Her steps were slow and measured, her hips swishing a bit to the side.
"For us?" The second guard asked. The response he got was only a wink and a nod.
The blonde thief walked closer, her breasts bouncing with every step she took, and handed the goblets of wine to the two guards. She waited for them to accept and then placed her hands behind her back. She was careful, she knew the magic on the cuffs, would bind her wrists behind her back if the D-rings came in contact with each other. She stood there with her legs spread wide, her back arched and her breasts pushed forward, in an open invitation.
The guards drank the wine, as Tora watched them. The guards were greedy for both the wine and the mostly naked blonde before them. They finished up the portions of wine, and then stepped forward, dropping their spears and shields, their hands reached for the blonde's body. But the groping fingers never made it, as the sleep potion that Tora laced the wine with took effect.
That was close, I almost had to defend my virtue there! The blonde thought to herself and then reached up behind her head and into her hair. She had tied a few lock picks to some of her hair near her scalp; she counted her blessings for keeping her hair long, that allowed her to hide at least some of the tools of her trade. She approached the door to the labyrinth and bent over before it. She chewed on the large ball still locked in her mouth as she worked on opening the door. A few moments and she had the door open.
Being a professional she took the time to clean up her mess. She manhandled the guards back to a standing position, and propped them up against the wall. All the time swearing with muffled sears into the large ballgag in her mouth. It didn't take too long, but upon casual inspection it would look like the guards were still at their posts. She picked up the tray, and goblets and entered into the labyrinth, closing the door behind her, and locking it.
Getting in was the easy part. Hopefully the distraction I hired for getting out will be there on time.
