To Snatch A Thief

This gaming trip, Jane falls onto the dinner table of a group of zealots. They're offended by everything about her and send her to the stocks for a whipping. A thief stumbles across her 'education' and takes out the guards, but he'll not rescue the damsel in distress without payment in advance. For him, everything has a price…and the only assets Jane has with her are soft, curvy and on her body.

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The place was very eclectic, with water dripping down the walls in places, yet in other spots there were elegant tapestries and displays where you'd typically find artifacts. However, these exhibit cases contained hammers and other tools.

“Who the heck did you hire to decorate for you? Your freaking mechanic?” When they ignored her, Jane rolled her eyes. It was very refreshing to take her frustrations out on someone and she continued to let the insults fly as they bruised her arms with their iron grips. “Oh, I see. It's going to be one of these games where I'm grabbed up by a bunch of dickheads,” she ranted.

The men hauled her into a stone cell, forcing her head and wrists into metal stocks, the edges lined with leather. They tore her clothes off unceremoniously, dropping them into a brazier to be destroyed in the fire. “Lace and silks are not suitable for women,” the abbot bellowed behind her, slapping her rounded rump hard. “Shaving your body incites lust, you are immodest and must be corrected!”

He stormed around in front of her and drew a whip, throwing it to one of the subordinates. They cracked it expertly, drawing a series of parallel lines across the curve of her buttocks from thigh to back.

Jane was about to call the man some choice words when the whip came down. “Oh! Ouch!” Her eyes began to water and she gasped in a sharp breath, immediately worrying about how long this would last. She struggled, quickly realizing that she wasn't going anywhere until they opened the contraption they'd stuffed her into. “Oh, stop!” she screamed, as the whip came down again.

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Lofty crept through the corridors, knocking out the odd patroller and hiding them in crates but leaving most untouched. He heard screams and swore quietly. He owed the smiths a debt and spoiling their correctional work would cheer him up.

The steel door creaked open and he heard an order given as a warrior approached. A tossed coin turned him the wrong way and the thief swooped across the doorway to knock him out. The next charged out, directly into his comrade's stolen hammer and the metal head hit his crotch with a sickening squish.

The abbot was still approaching the door when the thief stepped into view and shot him in the face with a moss arrow. The quick growing magical plant coated his face, filling his mouth as he tried to spit it out. The next blow of the cosh bounced off the back of his skull, sending his forehead cracking into the stone.

The other guards’ bodies were dragged in and the thief grinned at Jane. “Sshhh, don't want more company here. Now, you look to be in trouble. What'll you pay me for a rescue?”

She opened her eyes, which had been squeezed closed in anticipation of the next lash to see the man on the cover of the game. It took a moment for it to register what he'd said though.

“You…you want payment?” she stammered, her voice shaky from what had just happened. “I don't have any money. And that creepy asshole burned my clothes,” she said, biting her lip. The entire thing had left her feeling a little shaken.

“Look,” he said in his gravelly voice, “I'm a thief, not a hero. I'm willing to release you from this, even though it'll probably make me more likely to be caught, but not for free.” He squatted on his heels by her face, reaching one hand up to stroke her cheek, his gloved thumb flicking her lower lip. “Tell you what, make it a blowjob and I'll unlock the stocks. You don't want to be here if they wake up…”