Tora's Fantasy Adventure as a Rogue Chapter 1
A figure cloaked in shadows 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 place 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 was, 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 wasn't happy about the outfit she had to wear as part of her disguise, but she was happy that wearing it wasn't a wasted effort.
Weeks earlier; 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 skintight, 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 could get a better look. The corpulent man was definitely the owner of the dance troop.
An idea formed and she broke sight contact with the dancing group moving 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 wicked 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 acclimatize 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.
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. Best to let him think he sees me first. She thought to herself.
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 short man, and 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, "I'm only here since the guard never comes here. I'll find a way out tonight." She gave her voice a slight hint of desperation.
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, her voice filling with sarcasm. She knew that, and was counting on it to get her into the strong hold. "That's awfully convenient." She continued, and looked at him sharply; she couldn't let him think her too desperate, "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 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 it revealed her figure it also covered her from finger to toe, it left only her head uncovered when she had her hood pulled back.
Covering her top was a simple vest that 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. It 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 her tight tummy.
The back of the vest 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 helped leave 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. More scarves hung around her neck, following her form to cover her exposed belly.
When the troop arrived at the strong hold, Tora took the opportunity to look around the insides. Her trained eyes looked 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 lavishly appointed; and huge being fully eighty feet long and forty 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. The opening act was 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 deceptions with ease, her focus right now was on her performance to make sure it didn't get her 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 much 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 weren't 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 modestly, her eyes still towards the floor, still trying to act as the submissive dancing girl.
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 said as 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 placed a ball on her lips. She pressed her lips tightly together, as tight as she could, but the ball seemed to flow as if made of 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. She tried to resist but one of the silk clad girls had a crop in her hand, and the naked blonde's buttocks had their first taste of it as she was dragged away.
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, and revealed the golden tan of her soft skin, and the ripple of 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, and magical in nature. Around her neck she wore a collar, a bit narrower 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 was 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 tightly 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. 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 words 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.
A moonless night saw Tora sneaking out of the harem a few months after she was inducted into the inner chambers. The blond girl was doing her best to stay in the shadows outside the window to the bath chamber. In all the time she had been there, there hadn't been a chance for her to sneak away. Each night something else had kept her from getting away.
Truly, she wouldn't have tried tonight but she was running out of time to complete her task assigned by the guild, she had to take a chance. The reason she'd rather not take the chance tonight was in how she was dressed, or rather in how she wasn't dressed. The short blond was only wearing the cuffs and collar she was given when she was brought into the inner harem. The magical leather was comfortable to her now. Not that she liked the two inches of leather around her wrists and ankles, but she was use to them and the four D-rings that were attached to each. She could move as silently as she could before, move her limbs in such a way to negate the sound of the rings moving against the leather.
The collar was still a presence around her throat, she could feel it every time she swallowed as it expanded and contracted around her throat, but again she was use to it and sometimes she forgot it was there.
The blond was naked and trying to sneak out of the stronghold so she could set up a distraction for the next moonless night. She also planned on sneaking some supplies back into the stronghold, her leathers at least, all so she could pull off the heist in time to complete the contract. The sneaking and nudity weren't going to hinder the talented thief, what was going to hinder her was the large ball in her mouth. It was made of some magical substance that allowed her to exercise and flex her jaw a little, but kept her silent.
This night instead of chaining her to something, or locking her in a cage, the harem mistress only left her with the magical gag, and no clothing, allowing her to sleep normally or at least as normally as she could. But tonight the blond had other plans. The gag was definitely going to cause some issues, the ball itself was a glistening green substance that her saliva didn't stick to, and she always felt as if she was drooling. Normally the straps are buckled in place, but tonight the master mage had wanted to see how active Tora's innate magic was while she slept. This gag's straps were magical like the cuffs and collar she wore.
One seamless leather strap encircled her head to hold the gag firmly in place; it seemed to be just a bit too tight as if it was working to some inner instinct of the blond thief, pulling tighter to silence the girl just that little bit more. The main strap was connected to a pair of large O-rings, placed on each of Tora's cheeks, the gag itself was connected to these O-rings by extensions of the green substance, this of course kept the straps clean of her drool. Another strap ran under her chin to help prevent the blond from opening her mouth. A final set of straps ran up her cheeks to the bridge of her nose, linked together with a smaller O-ring, the last strap of the set went over her head and attached to the main strap. There was no way for her to get out of the harness. And there was no way to hide that she was wearing the gag. She would have to figure out what to do as she went along.
Padding along the paths of the garden barefoot sent a chill through her body, either from the wind or the vulnerable feeling that was coursing through her body. Even though she would never admit it out loud and even to herself, she was getting to like the feelings the situation were stirring in her body.
Tora did her best to keep to the shadows, her now tanned body blending in a bit more with the darkness, that she was glad of but she was not glad of how she got the tan. The only renaments of her ones pale skin was under her cuffs and collar. Even her sex and buttocks had that golden tan now. Her once lush patch of blond pubic hair had been magically and permanently removed till only a small tuft of hair remained above her sex. That small patch of blonde curls was, she was told, there to prove she was a natural blond.
Quickly the naked girl approached the inner wall, and with a quick look back and forth she set to climb the masonry wall. The large stones where smooth, and barely any way for the blond to grasp onto them. She had to work at the cracks, barely wide enough for her to get a finger and toe hold. Again, almost supernaturally, she was able to climb the wall skillfully. Her naked body distracting her a bit, before she always climbed while wearing skin tight leather, that bound her large breasts to immobility against her body. Now as she climbed the wall her breasts swung freely, and her nipples brushed against the wall. Her nipples were soon hard and aroused little pokes of sensitive flesh the brushed against the cold, hard and smooth stone. She was suddenly glad of the magical gag in her mouth that kept her from moaning out loud. Well it didn't keep her from moaning just kept her from being heard.
As she climbed the forty foot inner wall the blond decided to see if she could hide this gag, if she could get the magic altered so that she could remove it herself, it might come in handy for other midnight heists. Most of the way up the distraction on her nipples was starting to affect her more then she wanted, she started to feel a warmness begin in her sex, her sexual fluids starting to flow. Her climbing form did nothing to allow her to press her legs together, instead they were spread wide, her sex starting to glisten as well from the position. But Tora knew about the magic of her cuffs, she wasn't going to bring them close enough together to allow them to bind to each other. At this time that would be a very bad idea.
She finally climbed to the inner walkway of the formidable wall. She looked back and forth to make sure there weren't any guards on patrol. She was in luck, she caught sight of the back of one of the guards walking away from continuing on along her patrol. The inner harem and their compound was guard exclusively by women. Women who were armored by magical arms that seemed to protect more the less modesty that was concealed, more work done by the mage master of the stronghold. Tora slipped into the well lit pathway and started to walk after the guard. She needed to get around to where she could scale down to approach the main wall of the stronghold and then get out.
With her butt length blond hair trailing behind her Tora stalked silently after the guard. A few moments later the gagged girl came to where she needed to be and slowly started to climb down the wall to the courtyard before the main wall. This was by the stables, a place that was normally dark at night. Only one magic orb of light lit the area, and that was by the door to the stables themselves. Tora kept to the darkness and approached the wall, the outer wall was made of smaller and rougher blocks. Put in place eons ago when the stronghold was first built. The blocks had gaps in them from their rough construction and were easier to scale, plus they were only thirty feet tall.
The naked blond was quickly up to the top of the wall and started to look around; she wanted to climb back down where she wouldn't be seen. But the outer wall of the stronghold was well lit with both torches and mage orbs. With bare feet and silent motions Tora decided to walk along towards the east, towards the poorer sections of town, and unfortunately near the slave markets. When she got off the wall she would be able to slip into the section and into darkness easily.
The first problem she had was that there was a guard there, watching. She had to find a way to distract him without being seen. And there was no place for her to hide while she worked things out. Her 5'4" body was fully displayed as she stood there in the middle of the walk way, the light from the torches was flickering off the highly polished D-rings, and to her embarrassment off the glistening of her sexual juices that seeped from her sex to cover her hairless folds. The black leather provided a contrast to her tanned skin.
A few moments of thought and she decided she'd have to risk going down the wall. She climbed down near a corner of a tower, where there was some darkness, but if the guards were watchful then she would be seen and the whole heist would be ruined. Fortunately the guards were lax, no-one had attacked in years, and no-one had tried to sneak in, in months. Tora's good luck held and she was able to get down to the bottom of the wall without being seen. It was only a few minutes later when the lazy guard was caught by his sergeant and told to continue his patrol.
With quick feet, and abandoning her stealth Tora ran towards the poor section of town, and to the doubtful safety of the darkened alleys. Her blond hair trailing behind her, buttocks and breasts bouncing. If anyone was watching the naked, cuffed and gagged girl would have made quite a sight. She was able to get into an unlit alley before the street patrol went by, leaving her huddled naked in the junk that was dumped there.
Long moments went by before Tora made her way out of the alley and into the deserted and dimly lit streets. She padded along them, all the while afraid of being discovered. Her imagination constantly being drawn towards what would happen if she was caught. She was obviously a slave now, and a slave with no rights. She would be ravished by guard and criminal alike. The thought caused her to shudder a bit, the distraction causing her to stop in the middle of the street right under a torch. She closed her eyes and moaned into the gag at remembrance of some of what happened to her in the inner harem these past few months. Her hands slowly rubbing along her smooth skin drifting down her form.
Suddenly she stopped as she heard footsteps approaching. And even that didn't stop her for long, just caused her to focus on the feelings between her legs. One hand moving downward to her sex and the other towards her breasts. She rubbed against herself moaning out a little, and then she stopped. What stopped her was the cry from down the street, "What's that?" Her green eyes suddenly flung open and she saw a guard no more than 30 feet away. With a start she ran down the street towards an alley and inside into the darkness.
What's wrong with me? She chastised herself, I would never do anything like that before. She continued to berate herself as she ran from the guard and found a place to scale a building and onto the rooftops. The thieves' highway was still open to her, and she would need to use it if she was going to complete her mission tonight. The guard chased her but was too late to see the naked and gagged thief climb the wall to the rooftops twenty feet above. She had gotten away this time.
Twenty minutes of hiding and intense concentration saw Tora a mile away and into familiar territory. She was approaching her hideout and her gear. At least she would be able to get into some clothes. Something to hide the cuffs and collar, but she dared not cut away the leather. She would need to wear them in the morning.
Minutes after entering her hideout she was again dressed in the skin tight leather. She was feeling better with that. Her wrist cuffs were hidden with gloves and her boots hid her ankle cuffs. The high neck on the top kept her collar hidden. But she was going to have to do something to hide the gag she was wearing. That took a bit more thought. She started to search through some of the gear she had. Finally her fingers came along something she hadn't used for a while, something that helped hide her identity when she was just starting out and still a clumsy thief. It was a thick black cloth that could cover her head and had some eyeholes in it. With it she could move around without being hindered and keep her identity secret. The thick, black cotton cloth went over her head and she tucked it in a bit at the neck so it wouldn't move around.
A strange thing happened as it touched the straps of the gag. The cloth tightened around her head, magically becoming skin tight. Suddenly the blond couldn't breathe and she struggled with the cloth as it formed against her hair, over her head and around her neck. She struggled with it trying to rip it off but the thick cotton weave was too durable for that. In a last ditch effort she grabbed her stiletto and tried to cut some holes in it so she could breathe. A pair of holes were poked over her nostrils, allowed her some breath and she collapsed down to a seat in relief.
She groaned a bit as she felt along the cloth, felt it form perfectly over her head, pushing her ears against the side of her head. She felt down the cloth to her neck and it seemed to be fused to her collar and ending there. The D-rings on her collar poking out through holes in the cloth. She felt around the back of her neck and discovered her hair had been gathered up to come out the back of the cloth in a pony tail.
This is strange. She thought to herself. It'll definite hide who I am, but why did it do that. And it hides the gag. The blond got up from the chair and went to stand before the mirror. She saw her reflection, and despite it all she liked what she saw, at least personally. But it was obvious that there was something in her mouth and something keeping it open. Even if that something was hidden. This won't do by itself. She looked around the pace. With the black cloth if I wear my cloak with the hood pulled forward no-one should be able to see but shadows, that will have to do.
The black clothed figure walked down the street, around her body was the black skin tight leather that concealed her form, showing no skin at all. Around her neck she had her black cloak clasped, revealing her body, but the hood was drawn up and as forward as possible, so that Tora's blond hair was hidden, and shadow concealed her head, revealing nothing, not even her vibrant green eyes. She was walking towards a bar known as a hub of recruitment for out of work adventurers.
She had a specific type of adventurer in mind. A strong and burley fighter, one who would take a job with no questions. The problem with that type is that they mostly couldn't read, and the way Tora had decided to communicate was with note. Not that she could do much more than that. She opened the door to the bar with silence. Something that was still noticeable to the almost desperate patrons. While her form was concealed there was no doubt she was feminine.
Ignoring the expect calls for liaison, she scanned the bar. As the proposals got more and more distracting she brushed away the side of her cloak to reveal her belt, the long stiletto in its scabbard, but more importantly the cloth bag that hung at the hip that seemed to be distorted by the imprint of coin. No-one would try to slit this bag, if it wasn't obvious that she was a guild thief, the way she moved proved it. She was acting and bluffing for all she was worth. Despite wearing a gag, and a slave collar that were well hidden she stalked into the room like a leopard, silent deadly, and intent.
She found what looked to be the perfect person for her distraction. The male was tall, she couldn't tell how tall he was since he was sitting, but judging from the length of his upper body he was well over six feet. His face showed a brooding almost sardonic expression as he looked along the bar from his table in the corner. Her current state of mind might have caused some mistakes in her choice, she was looking for the dumb fighter, here was one that looked far from dumb and looked more like a disposed paladin or knight then a thug.
She sat down before him, and he looked up at her with an intense expression to his brown eyes, "Yes?" He asked her, his voice a deep rumble, emanating from his chest, almost like the growl of a beast under the noise of the crowded bar. She reached forward with on hand, pointing a finger at him, and then pressed the finger to the table with the second finger placed next to it. Her other hand bringing the pouch of coins to the table and laying it there with an audible clink.
"You want to hire me for the night?" He asked with a sardonic tone and a chuckle, "I'm not that type of boy." He continued. Even with her head hidden Tora glared at him, the bar seemed to chill. She shook her head and finger at him. And then pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from her belt and tossed it onto the table between them, where it unrolled, showing a plan of the stronghold.
This caught his attention, and the sardonic expression left his face. "Oh you want to raid the stronghold." He said, his voice lowering a tad, forcing Tora to lean closer to hear him. "You know, no-one has been able to do that since the current master inherited the fortress fifteen years ago. What makes you think we can do it?"
Tora thought for how to express herself the best at this point. Hard to do that when a normally verbose girl is struck suddenly mute by a ball in her mouth. She shook her head a bit, and flipped the parchment over and took a piece of charcoal from her pouch and wrote, DISTRACTION ONLY, in small letters. CAUSE PANIC ON WEST.
The man nodded his head and thought, "That's been tried before and never worked."
I WILL DO REST.
"What's the pay?"
1,000 GOLD, 100 UP FRONT.
The man leaned back, "Sounds possible. When?"
NEXT NEW MOON.
"I'd like to know who I'm working for."
NO NEED. ONLY NEED PANIC 28 DAYS.
"That will cost you more." The man tried negotiating, "2,000 gold." The temperature dropped between the two again. Tora glared at him for a moment.
FINE.
She was running out of time, she had to get back to the stronghold before anyone noticed she was gone. She glared once more at the man as she stood up, and swept the parchment into the fireplace. The distraction was enough that Tora was able to slip away without being seen.
Getting back into the stronghold was easier then getting out. With her black clad form and her equipment, Tora was able to use her knowledge of the patrol pattern to get over the two walls and back into the inner harem without being seen, though it take a while to do so. She had been gone for several hours.
Taking a few moments to scan the garden she found the perfect spot for what she needed to do. She found a gardener's shovel and dug herself a small hole. Stripping off her clothing, and her gear she put her clothing into the rain cloak and bound it tight so that it wouldn't get ruined in the month that it would be hidden. The girl stood there naked as she worked in covering her stash of gear. She paused now and then thinking of the sight, a naked girl wearing only slave gear and working seemed to have brought her imagination to life again. She finished up her task and sighed out with pleasure.
With a guilty look back and forth she brought both of her hands down to her sex and slowly started to stroke along her hairless folds. She spread her lips with one hand and stroked along her clit with the other. Her moans were hidden by the gag she wore as she stroked herself slowly. She stopped suddenly as she heard a click, and froze there against the wall wondering what was happening. For the second time as she was pleasuring herself she stopped in fright, and at the thought of being caught. When she heard no more she thought to herself, I better just get back in and to bed.
At this time she reached down to pat the earth into place a final time over her stash and discovered what the click was. In her carelessness the D-rings on her wrist cuffs had fused together binding her wrists magically together. She sighed a bit and looked up at the window of the privy. This is going to be hard. She thought to herself. Reaching up instinctively to rub against her forehead. She froze again as she touched the strong cotton weave of the cloth she wore. She had forgotten it was there. She pulled at it, trying to get it free, her long pony tail swaying back and forth.
I was able to get holes in it with my knife. She thought after a moment, I should be able to get out with my knife if I'm careful. With her hands bound she couldn't use the shovel so she got down to her hands and knees, her large naked breasts bouncing as she worked to uncover enough of her stash to get her knife. She paused again, distracted at the thought of her like this and being distracted. A naked, bound, and gagged girl, identity unknown, ass high in the air with her sex wet and glistening. She thought of the mage master discovering her like that and what would happen to her. But she was only distracted for a few moments, she rubbed her thighs together and then shook her head to clear it.
With her hands on her stiletto she worked for several minutes, at least half an hour to cut the thick cotton weave of the cloth. Finally after some effort the cloth came free all on its own. Tora quickly hid the cloth in her stash with the knife and then patted the loose dirt back into place. I hope no-one discovers this.
She sat back on her heels and then grabbed a low hanging branch to help her to her feet. In her distracted state she didn't hear the click of her ankle cuffs being bound together. The rubbing of her thighs together and her own imagination hid that she did a dangerous thing and forgot about the cuffs and their magical properties. She was now bound ankle and wrist. She was able to wiggle her way to her feet, looking a bit hopeless.
What am I going to do? She asked herself, holding her hands before her, looking across the garden to the window of the privy. Its about eight feet off the ground, I wonder if I could jump up there. As she thought through her predicament, her fingers idly rubbed against her sex, bringing some more silent moans to her throat. She decided to try to get in and try to remain hidden. As she knows the harem masters would untie her in the morning.
With her large breasts bouncing she hopped over to the window. She held her hands over her head, her limbs bringing her reach up, but not enough. She bent her strong thighs and was glad she led an active lifestyle of a thief and dancer. It only took her two attempts to get a good grasp on the window sill. With her feet together she was able to push herself up enough to bend her elbows and pull her slowly through the window.
She was halfway through when she realized it might not be a good idea since there was no way to control her fall. She looked into the room and before her was the bathing pool. If she could just push herself forward enough she could dive into the pool and solve the problem of being dirty. She jumped forward as much as she could and dove into the pool with an ungraceful splash. She swam as best she could to the other side and climbed out, now wet as well as naked.
Better than nothing. She thought to herself. She approached to doorway to the hall, and peaked out to see if she could sneak back to her bed. There was nothing she could do about being naked. She hopped down the hallway and then froze at the words. "Ah Tora." She heard behind her, "Good that you're clean, the master wants you." Behind her she heard the harem mistress come up behind her, "Though I think we need you clean inside and out." She said as she pushed the blond against the wall, and spread her feet breaking the binding with her authority.
As she had the blond pressed there the harem mistress grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart and behind her back binding them there. "Let's go see if you're fully clean." She said to the blond, her finger moving down to rub between the girl's naked buttocks, teasing against the rosebud there, "Inside and out." She produced a leash and clipped it to the helpless blond's collar, and led her back to the bath chamber.
