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Theif's punishment

Jashin

Jashin

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 14, 2009
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The life of a half elf in a human city wasn't easy. In general, the "knife ears" as they were called were looked down upon and could only get jobs as common works and servants. That is not to say that all half elves lived in poverty, some saw being in societies shadow as an opportunity, and rose as slumlords and crime bosses. These individuals, and there lackeys, lived lives filled with all the good things money could buy.

Rui was once such half elf, a thief working for one of the crime bosses. He was fairly low in the pecking order, but he was working on a job that would launch him into the big leagues. There was this house, the master of it was some kind of rich nobleman, and he was going to be gone for a whole week. It was the perfect chance to sneak in, take as much loot as he could, and sneak out. With a haul that big, he was sure to move up in the world

The night the master of the house left, Rui sneaks into the manor. With the owner gone and it being this late at night, the house should be empty. No servants who stayed behind to clean would stay this late. Not even trying to be sneaky the thief moves around the house, grabbing anything that is not nailed down.
 
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Sleep seemed completely out of reach tonight. No matter how many times Alisa tossed and turned, the hypnotic rays of sweet slumber simply refused to claim her. Finally, she simply gave up, and decided that she could at least use the rest of the night pursuing something worthwhile. Slipping out from under her sheets, she shrugged on a delicate silk chemise that barely covered her body. She should probably put on something more appropriate, but the night was stiflingly hot, and since most of the servants had either departed with her husband, or were in bed, she didn't feel the need for much modesty.

She lit the candle that was placed on the nightstand next to her, and using it's flickering light to find her way into the library. Carefully opening the door--so as not to wake anyone, she roamed the shelves until she came upon and interesting title. Prying out the book, she made her way over to the large chair that belonged to her husband. Grinning mischievously, she settled herself down in his chair--all the time, imagining the look of horror and consternation that would cross his face if he knew that his wife--a mere woman, had occupied his seat.
 
This job was paying off more then Rui could ever have hopped. This places was practicaly overfulling with loot! Maybe he would sneak in every day this week, and totally clean them out. Espically if he could get a couple other guys to help him out, which wouldn't be too hard to manage after his promotion. Things were certainly looking up for the half elf, or so he thinks as he slips past a pair of impressive double doors, the best stuff was often behind the more decretive doors, the thief enters the library.

Having grown up on the streets, Dui couldn't read, but he knew books could be worth a lot of coin. He looks around for the books with the most decretive covers, so wrapped up in his greed he doesn't even notice the woman siting in her husband's chair.
 
At first, it seemed that Alisa was too wrapped up in her book to notice the thief enter the room. But soon, she became aware of another presence in the room. She thought it might be one of the servants, and raised up the candle to take a better look. However, the face she saw, gleefully picking up as many books as he could was not one she recognized.

I'm being robbed!

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Alisa was paralyzed with fear. What if the thief carried a knife with him? But she had to do something to stop him. She couldn't just let him steal away her books--not to mention all the other valuables in her house. Taking a deep breath, she gathered up her courage and stepped up.

"Oy! You there! What exactly do you think you're doing in my house!" she spoke with a confidence that she didn't quite have. But she was proud of the fact that her voice didn't even waver. "Tell me now why I should just turn you over to the guard!"
 
Dui almost jumps out of his boots when he hears someone else in the room talking, and turns to see an incredible attractive human female wearing practically nothing. A smirk crosses his face as he regards her, his eyes obviously roaming her body, and just as obvious liking what he sees.

“I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t call for the guards.” He flips out his knife; no half elf would ever be caught alive without it….though many have been caught dead. “You do and it will be the last thing you ever do” He struts over toward the human, thinking her to be a servant and presenting no threat to him.”But, if you’re a good girl, maybe you can come out of this night with a little something extra?” He was referring to a bribe for her science, but his lewd wink also suggests a different reward.
 
Alisa could feel the thief's eyes roaming over her semi-naked body. She felt her body stirring under his gaze, and tried her best to suppress the shiver that slid down her spine. Then, as he pulled out a knife, she stiffened, half-frozen with fear. As he spoke about coming out the night with a little something extra, she couldn't help but stare at the fact that he was making lewd comments at a time like this. But, at the same time, images ran through her head of what this "something extra" might be. She blushed furiously at her own imagination.

She regarded the man before him. In the flickering candle light, she could see that he was quite attractive, despite being slightly grimy from the streets. And was that elven ears that she could see? As he strutted closer to her, Alisa took the opportunity to examine him further, and did see the tell tale curve of the ears that marked him as a half-elf.

Perhaps this could work out to my advantage after all. she though to herself. After all, half-elves had more to fear from the guard than men. The guard would be more than happy to get rid of him--and he must know that. So, perhaps his threats were naught but bravado. But, she must proceed carefully--it wouldn't do if he decided that it'd be easier to just be rid of her.

Smiling sweetly up at him, she shifted in such a way that her chemise slid further down her body, thus exposing to tops of her breasts. She even leaned slightly towards him so he could get a better look. Adding a sultry note to her voice, she said to him, "Well now, aren't we in a tight spot? If I scream--you kill me, but then you'd also get caught, and killed by the guard. So, what say you put that knife away, and we...uh, help each other out? Hmm?"

She took a step forward, closing the gap between them, and praying that he would give in.
 
Dui smirk increases as the human woman lets her clothing slip a little more, and heard the seductive tint in her voice. He gracefully slips the knife back into his pocket, using the same motion to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. “Hmm, aren’t you clever? All right, I want to get out of this job alive, so no knives unless you call a guard.”

“So, here is the deal, you lead me to were the best loot is, I’ll let you keep a few items you can pawn, maybe get enough coin you wouldn’t have to work here anymore. Then I slip away, the owner finds out he was robbed, but no one will suspect you, because far too much will be missing for one maid to have done it.” The hand around her waist snakes downward, groping her ass. “And if we do it quickly enough, maybe I’ll have some free time before I leave.”
 
As soon as the half-elf slipped the knife into his pocket, she knew she had him. Listening to some nonsense about getting a cut of the loot, she allowed herself to be enveloped into his hug. Despite having her mind on defeating him, she couldn't help but moan as she felt his hand caressing her ass. It had been so long since any man had touched her like this. Her husband cared naught for her needs. His idea of sex was roughly thrusting into her a few times before climaxing with a long and drawn out grunt. Then, he rolled off her and immediately went to sleep, leaving her feeling disgusted--with him, and herself.

Never mind that now, focus on the task at hand she thought to herself. Alisa snaked her arms around the thief, closing the gap between them. She could feel her nipples harden as her breasts came into contact with his chest. Gasping, she took a deep breath to control the mad urge to kiss him, and let him ravish her. As his eyes were focused on her--or more precisely, her breasts, she deftly slipped her hand into his pocket and pulled out his knife.

"Yes!" she cried out. She placed the blade of the knife right against his neck, pressing in slightly to show how serious she was. "Now, thief. Perhaps it is time for you to realize that I'm not some lowly maid, but the mistress of this house!" her voice was imperious and strong and she stepped slightly away from him, hand still steadily holding the knife. "Now, how about you tell me what you can offer me that will ensure that I let you out of this room with your life?"
 
Rui cursed himself for not being more careful, how could he let her get a hold of his knife! And to make matters worse, he didn’t bring a spare on with him. His father told him to always bring a spare, but does he listen?

Still, thinking on his feet, the half elf comes up with a lie that might help him. “I can give you the name of the guard that helped me plan this job; stupid bastard told me the place would be empty. If you just kill me, He’ll do it against with some other thief, and maybe that would be more willing to stab pretty women then flirt with them.” His voice is still cocky and charming, those his eyes have moved from her body to his knife, and his hands have moved off of her, instead being held open palmed up by his head, to show that he was currently capable of causing no harm. "Though I can hardly believe you to be the lady of this house. I have seen the master of this house, and he is a fat slob if you'll pardon me. Hardly one worthy of a wife such as you, but that's how it goes for the nobility."
 
Alisa wasn't sure how much of his story she believed. A guard who put him up to this? It wasn't exactly the most trustworthy story, and besides, her husband was only gone for a week. Perhaps she could keep this thief locked up until then, and let him deal with it. As he moved his hands away from her, she felt a strong sense of disappointment. Despite being in a potentially dangerous situation, Alisa couldn't hold back this strange sense of arousal that threatened to overwhelm her.

The thief was still talking, probably trying to buy some time, before tricking her in some way. Well, she wasn't going to let him distract her. "Shut up" she said, pushing the blade further into his neck. "That's enough out of you. I am the mistress of this house, and that's my husband you're talking about"

At that moment, it didn't matter that what the thief said was true, she wasn't going to let him get the upper hand. "Now, I've decided that I'm going to keep you locked up until my husband gets back at the end of the week. Then, he will decide if your story of the guard has any truth to it."

But this brought up another dilemma. Where was she going to keep him? If she left him in the library, one of the servants was sure to stumble upon him, and then raise the alarm. If that happened, this thief would be killed by the guard, and his accomplice--if he existed--would send another one to finish the job. The only place that the servants weren't allowed was her bedroom. She stepped aside, and indicated that he should move out of the library. "Let's go! I'm moving you from here to my bedroom. Make any noise, and you're dead."
 
Not wanting to test the woman on her no sound rule, Rui holds back the snide comment that comes to mind about her bedroom, but does raise an eye brow with a smirk on his face. It’s not too hard to imagine she might want an actual man in that chamber rather than her fat slob of a husband. Well, if that is what she had in mind, it would give him the perfect opportunity to turn the tables and escape. Besides, she was incredibly gorgeous, and it had been awhile for the half elf as well.

For now he does as she asks, allowing her to lead him to her bed chamber, being careful of the blade at his throat. He knew from experience how quickly one died when ones throat was slit, and had no intention of experiencing such a fate himself.
 
Alisa had caught the thief's raised eyebrow at the mention of her bedroom. It was clear that the half-elf thought that she was going to elicit sexual favors from him. She should probably make it very clear that she had nothing of that sort planned.

Didn't she?

Alisa was so startled by this thought that she almost stopped in the middle of the hallway. She collected herself just in time, and forced herself to keep moving. But her mind was busy, working away at this notion. Why shouldn't she use the thief as a sex slave? She hadn't been satisfied in so long--and here was the perfect opportunity. No one knew about the existence of this thief, and as long as she kept him hidden, she could have her way with him. Or let him have his way with her.

She shivered at this delicious thought--a grin starting to work it's way across her face. But she quickly sobered up as questions ran through her head. What if he doesn't want me that way? Or, what if he tries to escape? And what if he tells someone?

That was a scary thought. If her husband ever found out that she was cheating on him, he would have her thrown out of the house or even imprisoned. She couldn't allow that to happen. But at the same time, she wanted this half-elf so badly that she ached for him. She bit her lip as they reached her bedroom door.

"Open it" she commanded, her voice cracking with strain. She pushed him in as soon as the door was open, and making a quick decision, threw the knife down from the balcony down into the fountain in the courtyard below. She then slid into the room and locked it. She had made up her mind, she would have this thief even if it killed her.

Smiling slyly, she looked at him. Her eyes lingering over every bit of his body, as if memorizing him. She approached him and let her fingers roam over his chest, caressing and pressing in a sensual way. "Tell me thief.." she whispered into his ear. "What is your name?"
 
A cocky grin splits from ear to ear as he feels her hands running over his toned chest.“My name is Dui, just Dui.” Like many peasants, especially half elven ones, he had no last name. “And trust me; you didn’t need a knife to get me in here.” His arms return to their position before she pulled a knife on him, with on hand latched firmly on her ass and one tightly wrapped around her waist. “You have more than enough charm without threats of violence, though that feistiness is indeed a turn on.”

With the dagger now out of reach, he was pretty sure he could overpower her and escape once they were finished. His haul wouldn’t be that big, only what he could grab on his way out. So tonight wouldn’t be a complete waste. As he holds her closer and feels her body against his, he decides even without any loot tonight will be a good night.
 
"Dui, eh?" she said between the kisses that she was now trailing down his chest. "Well Dui" she stopped and looked into his eyes, "I'm Alisa" she grabbed his head, and pulled his down for a kiss. Fully enjoying the thrill that sped down her body as his coarse lips brushed against her soft ones. She wanted to just pull down his trousers and ride him like a horse, but she schooled herself. She wanted to take this slow. She wanted him to want her just as bad as she needed him.

As he drew her into his embrace again, Alisa smiled at his comment about her feistiness. She knew that no matter how good he made her feel, he was still the thief--and given the chance, he would try to escape. But she didn't intend to give him that chance.

Slowly, she worked her hands under his shirt, and helped him pull it over his head. She then leaned forward and enveloped each of his nipples with her warm mouth, licking and sucking until they were both quite hard.

Satisfied with her work, she grinned into his eyes, and as he watched her, slid down until she was face to face with the slight bulge in his pants. She knew that she would make that bulge much harder by the end of this night.

She undid the tie that held his leggings up, and let them fall. Then, she pulled off his underwear, so she could see his manhood. "Oh my!" she murmured, as she leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock.

But before he got too excited, she stood up again, and held out her arms, beckoning him imperiously, "Come thief, undress me" she said.
 
A mixture of a moan and a chuckle escape Dui’s lips as Alisa strips his clothing and teases his nipples and cock. A cock which should help put in perspective just how pathetic her husband was. Her murmur of “oh my” gives his ego and even greater boost. “Take a good, long look my lady, because after all this time with your husband you may have forgotten, but this is what a man looks like.”

Then he hears her command to undress her, an order he was more than happy to fulfill. With a smirk on his face, the thief’s forgoes actually trying to remove her chemise and simply rips it off, ruining the article of clothing. His hands run over her body, but were she was teasing he was rough, showing her the kind of male power her husband lacked. His hands groped her breasts and her ass, showing a mixture of dexterity and strength. He was so caught up in the moment that all thoughts of escape have left his mind, for now.
 
Alisa moaned as he ripped the chemise off of her. She tried to chastise him, saying, "That was a very expensive night--OOOH!"

But the rest of her words were drowned out as he started to roughly handle her body. She knew that she ought to stop him. After all, she was the one in power here. But it felt so good to feel a man actually take control in the bedroom--that she didn't want to stop it.

She lead him towards the bed, and pulled him on top of her. The feeling of a man's body covering her own was enough to make her pussy incredibly wet, and her nipples rock hard. She could hardly contain herself, "Have your way with me, Dui" she whispered.
 
He lies on top of her, his eyes smoldering with lust as they gaze down at her. His hard body of muscled gained from a rough life filled with plenty of exercise pressing against her soft, well rounded body gained from a life where she always had enough to eat. He hears her beg him to ravish her, and that was an order that pleased him even more then her last one.

He plunges into her, roughly but not so hard as to cause pain. Unlike the fat lord of this house, Dui wanted to make sure that his partner felt good too. Anyone could take pleasure from a woman, but only a real man could make her beg for more. And while he wanted to hear her scream, he couldn’t risk the noise attracting someone, show as he thrust into her, his lips capture hers in a furious kiss, muffling any sound that might escape them.
 
She felt his cock thrust into her, and barely held back a gasp of pure delight. His manhood was large enough that it filled her up quite easily. This was quite a change of pace from the limp dick that she usually dealt with. She could feel him throbbing with manly ego and virility inside of her and almost screams out loud.

Luckily, Dui foresaw this coming, and captured her lips in his own. This was another wonderful delight. Simply giddy with glee, Alisa snaked her tongue into his mouth, where the two fought for dominance and he continued to thrust in and out of her.

She pulled back from the kiss long enough to take a deep breath and say, "Good gods! You are fantastic!" before pulling him in for a kiss again. Her hands roamed up and down his back, and raked at his buttocks. She was sure that her finger nails left enough scratches to mark him as hers. But she didn't care.

This was beyond anything she could have imagined. She didn't think it was possible for a man to satisfy a woman in this way. And there were so many other things she wanted to try with this thief. There was no way she was going to let him get away from her now.
 
In the brief pauses between kisses Dui has enough time to resound to her compliment “Thanks, you not so bad yourself.” Before returning to a duel for dominance between their tongues, one his is surprised that his is not winning easily.

He feels her nails scratching into his back and ass, but doesn’t care. In fact, it drove him into even greater heights of passion. The girls in the slums were tough, but they buckled to males right away, many whoring themselves out to try and gain favor with those who held status in the thieves guilds. But this girl, she was so pent up from lack of real sex and was so used to being obeyed she was actually trying to take the dominate role! It was a pleasant change.
 
She could feel him thrusting into her harder and faster. She bucked her hips up to meet every single one of his thrusts--sending spasms of pleasure through out her body. Added to that was his chiseled body that was rubbing up against her, and she was in the grip of ecstasy. Gods she thought to herself, I want this night to never end.

"OHH! Dui!" she gasped out. "Yess! Gah! Oh!"

She knew that she was being completely incoherent, gasping out squeals of pleasure mixed in with his name, but not much else came out of her mouth. She could feel herself at the edge of the climax, and by the sounds of his labored grunts, so was Dui.

"Go ahead Dui! Cum inside me!"
 
Yet another order that Dui was more than happy to comply with. Her pussy was so tight; it had barely been stretched out at all by her husband. It was such a shame, really, that such beauty would be wasted on that slob who owns this house, but it couldn’t be helped. With one last labored grunt his cums inside of her, pleasure overwhelming his senses.

After a minute or two getting his breath back, Dui rolls out of the bed. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, but I think it’s time you let me go. You made a mistake tossing that knife away.” He felt really bad about doing this after they had just made love, but he had no intention of facing the hangman’s noose for robbing a noble. Which is what would happen to him if he was captured and turned over to the authorities.
 
Alisa moaned with pleasure as she felt him fill her with his hot seed. She felt herself orgasming with him and then it was all over. She lay in bed, exhausted, but extremely pleased, and listened to Dui's breath as he collected himself above her. She grinned, and was about to pull him in for a kiss, when he rolled out of bed.

I think it’s time you let me go.

Alisa was extremely disappointed. She had hoped that he would be pleased enough by their lovemaking that he would be the one who decided to stay. But she could see that his fear of the noose outweighed his pleasure with her. Sighing, she gathered herself together, and sat up in the bed.

Quite aware of the fact that she was still completely naked, Alisa met Dui's eyes with a serious stare. "I'm afraid I cannot simply let you go Dui" she began slowly, "You see, you crept into my house, and tried to steal from me. Then, you threatened to kill me. I think you deserve to be punished for that."

She shook her head as a look of alarm crossed his face, "No, don't worry. I'm not going to turn you over to the guard. You see, that was my original plan, but, as you have just demonstrated to me--you have some...skills and tools that are of great use to me. As you so rightly pointed out, Dui, my husband can hardly satisfy a common whore--let alone a woman like me."

"But you. You are an accomplished lover who can--nay, who must teach me many things." She lay back on the bed, arranging her body in a provocative fashion. "So, you have a choice to make, Dui. Either walk out that door, and try to escape--in which case, I can provide quite a vivid description of you to the guards--or come here, and join me in bed--in which case, you can stay in this mansion as my sex servant, and be rewarded quite nicely."

"The choice is yours"
 
eels in Dui head spin as he considers his options. He could try to run, but she would be able to describe him to the guards, and then he would doomed. The guilds didn’t hide low rankers like him when they bungled jobs. He could try and kill her and then flee, but the sound of the struggle would defiantly draw the attention of the guard, then he wouldn’t just be hung, he would be drawn and quartered!

But, she would get in trouble if she hid him, which means that if he submitted for now, and escaped latter, she wouldn’t be able to rat him out without getting trouble. Besides, it’s not like his stay here would be unpleasant. With a shrug that seemed to say “what can I do?” he struts back over to the bed and sits down. “Well, when you put it like that, I have no option. Your wish is my command.” He takes her hand in his and kisses it, using quite a bit of tongue.
 
Alisa smiled as she watched Dui's face all worked up, trying to think of a way out of her hold. But she knew that there was no use. She had thought this through, and there was only one conclusion that Dui could come to, and that was to stay with her. Finally, Dui shrugged and walked over to her bed, "Your wish is my command" he says.

She can hardly hold back her grin. "Oh my dear boy!" she says, letting him kiss her hand, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear those words."

She sits up again, pushing her long black hair out of her face, and taking his hand, places it on her breasts. "Now, I only have a few rules, Dui" she says, kissing him lightly on the lips, "One, when I ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked." She kissed him again. "Two, you are to stay in this room at all times. I will provide you with all the food and entertainment that you need." One more kiss. "Three, if ever the notion comes into your head of trying to escape--get rid of it. It will do neither of us any good if you decide to slip away." She leaned in again, this time, slipping her tongue past his lips, before she pulled away. "And finally, if there's ever anything that you want to do to me. Don't worry about asking--just do it." She looked into his eyes, "Do you understand Dui? That means, if you want to ravish me in the bath, in the kitchens or anywhere else--as long as no one is around, I want you to take me and claim me as yours"

She nibbled at his ear and smiled slyly, "Are these rules acceptable to you?"
 
Dui listen carefully to each point, carefully dissecting each rule as it was stated, accompanying each rule and each grip with a firm grope of her breasts, each time getting harder. Do everything she asks when she asks it? Well, he would go for that up till a point, but he certain had a limit on that.

Stay in this room at all times was rule number two, and he had to agree with that. If things became public, that would be the end for both of them, so it only made sense to hide in hear.

Rule three was to not plan escape; well he obviously wasn’t going to go for that. As soon as he had a way to get out that wouldn’t leave him hung out to dry, he would. but she didn’t have to know that.

His lips split into a grin as she explains her last rule, one that he would have no trouble following, what so ever. A slight moan then escapes his lips as she moves to nibble his ears, which were very sensitive on half elves. “Your rules are acceptable, they have to be. So, as I must do whatever your order, what is it you want me to do first?” A cocky smile spreads across his face, as he wonders what this se starved woman’s first action would be.
 
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