Crime and Punishment

"This is never going to work."

Faye rolled her eyes at the burly young man sat across from her, putting down his tankard of ale heavily on the table.

"Come on Marik, it'll be fine. It's a foolproof plan, what could go wrong?"

"That's what you said about the Harsburgh job, and look how that turned out. I got shot!" Marik pointed to his left shoulder, where the arrow had hit him. Faye sighed, rolling her eyes again.

"That was one time! Trust me, this one'll be different, I promise. Have I ever let you down before?"

Marik again pointed to his shoulder.

"Ok yes, fine, whatever." Faye took a deep swig of her own ale. It tasted awful, but no-one came to the Cloak and Stagger for the beer. All around her, the scum and villainy of the city of Windcliffe cheered and laughed, drinking and gambling and generally not doing much to make themselves look in any way respectable or trustworthy. She fit in perfectly.

"Just one last chance, that's all I'm asking, ok? Just trust me one last time, and I promise when we're done you'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams. Cross my heart"

To demonstrate, Faye drew a cross in the air over her chest with her free hand. Her partner sighed, tilting his head up to the heavens in frustration. Looking back down at her, he raised a finger in a gesture of irritation. "Alright, fine. One more time, but if this goes tits up, that's it. I'm done working with you. You can rot in prison for all I care."

Faye smiled and held up her tankard. "That's the spirit! Cheers!"

With a half-hearted smile, Marik raised his own drink, and the two knocked them together. Settling back into their chairs, Marik asked again. "So, what's the plan?"

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Later that evening, Faye stood outside the iron gates of the Fitzwalter estate, her face wrapped in a black cloth. Crouching down behind the bushes, her eyes scanned the street for any passers-by, and saw none. Everything was quiet. Looking over to the gate, she saw two guards, dressed in chainmail and tabards, with spears in their hands and swords on their hips. Emblazoned on their chests, the roaring lion's head sigil of the Fitzwalter estate looked considerably less fearsome in the dark. As the two chatted quietly to each other, occasionally laughing, she smirked to herself.

Checking to make sure they were looking away, Faye unslung her grappling hook from her belt and with a deft throw launched it over the fence. Climbing quickly up it, she leapt from the top down onto the lawn, executing a perfect forwards roll as she landed. Crouched on the ground, she made sure to look around again, before springing to her feet and darting back behind cover.

Peering out from around a hedge, she scanned the outside of the building for any more guards. Her eyes caught sight of another pair, outside the front doors of the manor, as well as a third sat on the roof, holding a crossbow as he smoked a faintly glowing pipe. Most of the windows were dark now, but a few still had light coming through their curtains. Faye made a mental note of which ones they were. To her luck, she saw one still open towards the back of the house, with no light inside. Good, that was close to the treasury.

Looking down, she checked her black leather clothes for any scrapes or tears from the fall, and when she was satisfied, she began to creep out from her hiding spot. Darting between protective foliage, she made her way towards the building, flattening herself against the wall as she arrived. Looking up, she could see the steady puffs of smoke coming from the guard on the roof, coming over the edge above her. She smiled.

Shuffling sideways towards the open window, she made sure to watch the ground for anything that might snap and give her away. Soon, she found herself directly below the open window. With one last look around to make sure the coast was clear, she stepped away from the wall, swung her grappling hook again, and launched it up and through the opening, into the room beyond.

Giving the rope a quick tug to make sure it was secure, Faye began to climb, her body moving lithely as she pulled herself up, one hand over the other. When she got to the window ledge, she propped herself up on it with an arm, while with her other hand she shuffled the window open further. With enough space to crawl through, the thief rolled herself forward, slipping into the house without a sound.

Crouching on the carpeted floor, her eyes quickly darted around the room, adjusting to the pitch blackness of the manor's interior. It appeared to be a study, with tall bookshelves lining the walls and a solid oaken desk in the centre, covered with papers. The door was shut, and when she was confident that the coast was clear, Faye stood up, brushing herself down as she pulled her black hood back up and over her head. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her grappling hook from the windowsill where it had found purchase and wrapped it back up around her belt.

Moving around the room, she inspected the books lining the walls, all covered in dust and bound in ancient leather. They clearly hadn't been picked up any in a while. Moving to the desk, she quickly scanned the documents, looking for anything important. The only thing that caught her eye was a letter, opened and discarded, addressed to Lord Fitzwalter and written by the Chancellor of the Astral Academy.

My dear Sir.

It has come to our attention that you have in your possession an item of great value and importance. Not only is the gemstone of incredible academic and geological significance, being as it is one of the largest specimens ever observed, but we believe it also holds a number of extremely interesting arcane properties that demand additional study. As such, we would be very grateful for the opportunity to study it here at the academy.

We would, of course, be more than happy to compensate you for your trouble; a sum of fifteen thousand gold pieces has been set aside for this very reason, but we also hope that with your own sense of natural scientific curiosity, if not moral obligation to the pursuit of knowledge, you will understand the importance of this discovery, and send us the object at your earliest convenience.

I eagerly await your reply,

Chancellor Mordecai Sondheim

Faye chuckled quietly under her breath. The letter was dated more than a year ago.

Stepping away from the desk, she made her way towards the door. At least she was sure this was the right house. Not that she'd ever doubted that, of course. The man who'd tipped her off about the diamond very rarely brought her false information, and the floorplan he'd sold her had been extremely detailed as well. She just hoped it was accurate.

Pressing her ear to the door, the young woman held her breath as she listened for any activity in the hallway. For a long, silent moment she waited, and when she was confident that there was no one on the other side, she quietly opened the door.

Peering out, she was relieved to see she'd been right. Stepping silently through the doorway, she closed the door behind her and made her way towards the treasury at the back of the house. The corridor was dark, and she thanked the gods that no-one seemed to be around. Even with her impressive skills, one creaky floorboard could give her whole game away. Tiptoeing around the corner, she paused again to listen for any sounds. Hearing nothing, she pressed on.

A few turns later, and Faye was outside the treasury. Crouching down by the locked door, she gently ran her fingers across the lock. Fishing out her lockpicking tools from inside the leather pouch on her hip, she deftly slid the metal instruments into the hole and began to twiddle them purposefully, listening intently for the telltale click of each tumbler sliding into place.

After a few tense minutes, Faye's efforts were finally rewarded, and as the young thief stood back up, she gave the door a gentle nudge and watched as it slowly swung open. She felt herself break into a broad smile as she saw her prize waiting for her, standing on a plinth in the centre of the room.

With her heart pounding in her ears, the thief slipped into the treasury room, closing the door and pulling the hood off of her head. The diamond was huge, almost the size of her fist, and as she got closer she realised it was giving off a faint, bluish-white light that illuminated the room ever so slightly. She reached out her hand to touch it, before stopping, only a few inches short.

Looking down, she saw the pressure plate the gem sat on and smirked to herself. Nice try, Fitzwalter, but that wasn't going to stop her. Pulling out the small iron weight she had in her pocket, specifically chosen for this very task, she held it over the gem. Slowly, painfully slowly, she took hold of the diamond, and in a flash, swapped the objects. With her hand still on the weight, she froze, waiting to see if anything happened, but as the seconds ticked by, she relaxed.

Standing back up straight, she felt a wave of relief flood through her. Looking at the diamond in her hand, she couldn't help but chuckle quietly to herself. Just like she'd planned it.

But before she could slip the gemstone into her pocket and make her escape, she heard a loud creak as the door behind her swung open, and as she turned in surprise, she saw two guards standing in the now brightly-lit hallway. One was tall, with a close-cut mop of dark brown hair on his head, while the other was slightly shorter, but broader, with a thick beard on his chin, and a smile on his lips.

"Gotcha!"

Slowly, Faye raised her hands into the air, dropping the diamond onto the ground with a dull thud, smiling at the guards as they hefted their crossbows at her. "Good evening, gentlemen."

The bearded guard took a step forward into the room. "And what do we have here? A thief, trying to steal his lordship's private property?" With his crossbow, he motioned for Faye to move away from the gemstone.

"Did you think it'd be that easy? That we wouldn't notice you jumping over the fence and scaling the walls?"

With her arms still in the air, Faye gave the men a warm grin. "Gentlemen, please, this is all a misunderstanding. I am simply... a maid, here to... clean his Lordship's treasury room, nothing more."

It was the taller guards turn to speak now. "Really? In the middle of the night, wearing all black?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to get in anyone's way." Faye didn't miss a beat.

"Oh really? Then what were you doing with the diamond, then?" The guard's questions came almost as quickly as Faye's retorts. With a smile, she asked;

"Would you believe I was polishing it?"

The bearded guard laughed. "Not bloody likely."

He took another step forward.

"You're coming with us. Let's see how you like things down in his lordship's dungeon."

Lowering her arms slowly, Faye took a step towards the men, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Please, there's no need to do that. I'm sure we can work something else out instead, can't we?"

The guards shot each other a glance, slightly taken aback, before turning their attention back to Faye. Smiling, she reached up and undid the top buckle of her leather jacket, giving the two men a peek at her ample cleavage. "After all, I'd hate to bother his lordship so late at night. He doesn't need to know a-ny-thing about this, does he? Why don't you just let me go, and I promise I'll never, ever come back. I'm sure I can make it worth your while..."

Faye's voice was sweet and seductive, and as she spoke she saw the two men share another glance before lowering their weapons. "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

Getting even closer to them now, Faye slid down onto her knees, running her hands across their thighs as she looked up at them, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Well, it's not only diamonds I like to polish..."

The men started to chuckle, catching on to what Faye was suggesting. Dropping their crossbows onto the floor, they grinned down at the thief.

"Well, I think that sounds like a pretty fair trade, don't you?"

The taller guard chuckled again, ruffling Faye's hair as he toyed with his fly. "I think so too. It's been a while since anyone... polished my diamond." Faye giggled as she shuffled closer, still running her hands up and down the guards' thighs. Reaching up, she started to stroke their bulges through their trousers, admiring the size of their growing packages.

With deft fingers, she untied their drawstrings and slipped their cocks out with a gasp. Covering her mouth in mock surprise, she looked up at their grinning faces with wide eyes. In response, the two men chuckled, and the tall one gave her a hungry smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get polishing!"

With a naughty smile still playing on her lips, Faye reached out her hands, and clasped them around the two cocks in front of her. Wrapping her fingers around the men's shafts, she admired how thick and hard they were, already fully erect just at the sight of her down on her knees. She giggled as she started to stroke them, back and forth, slowly and purposefully. In response, the guards groaned, which only spurred Faye on.

The thief could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she started to jerk the two men off. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, of course, especially not to get herself out of trouble, but that didn't stop her entire body from shaking with adrenaline. Between her legs, she could feel herself getting wet already, her little pussy quivering with anticipation. God, she was such a slut!

Looking back up at the guards, she shot them a smile as she saw them smirking at each other. Speeding up her pace, she started jerking them off faster, flicking her wrists as she got to their heads, before sliding her hands back down to the bases. She could see the beads of precum beginning to form on the tips and wondered how they'd both taste.

Rolling her palms across the heads of the men's cocks, she giggled as she heard them groan again, and shuffled even closer, her face now only inches away from their throbbing members. Looking up for approval, she asked in a playful voice;

"Which one first?..."

Without waiting for a reply, she opened her mouth and swallowed the bearded guard's cock, slipping his shaft into her mouth with an ease that made him twitch visibly. Bobbing her head quickly, she took a few longs drags of his erection, before popping off again and switching to the other guard.

His cock wasn't quite as long, but it was much thicker, and she had a little more trouble fitting it inside, but after the first few strokes, she settled into a comfortable rhythm. Soon, she was sucking them both off with ease, swapping between them every few seconds to make sure neither felt left out. She kept working their cocks with her hands, making sure to match the pace of her mouth as she sucked and slurped along their throbbing shafts.

Down on her knees, the men grunting and groaning as she worked their cocks, Faye felt strangely powerful. Even with them standing above her, she still felt like she was in control, almost toying with them, and as she flicked her tongue across the taller man's tip, she chuckled to herself happily. She'd always loved giving head, and two cocks instead of one only doubled the fun.

As she licked and sucked, she could already taste the sugary sweetness of their pre-cum and she lapped it up hungrily. She wondered if they'd last long enough to go any further, and as she felt a hand take hold of her head, she hoped so.

Above her, the bearded guard ran his fingers through her hair, holding onto her and guiding her forcefully along his cock, making her take him deeper and faster. With his guidance, Faye relaxed her throat, taking him in almost to the base as she started to splutter, mostly just for effect. After all, this was hardly the roughest she'd been treated, but it did the trick, as she heard the men chuckling to each other as they watched her deepthroat his cock.

Pulling her off suddenly, the bearded guard let go of Faye's hair, leaving her to cough and catch her breath. Sprawled on the floor, she looked up at them, mouth still open as they leered down at her, erect cocks glistening with her spit in the candlelight. In a husky voice, the taller man ordered her to get on all fours, which she did with a smile.

Letting herself fall down onto the hard floor, Faye rolled onto her stomach, lifting up her hips and giving them a suggestive wiggle in the men's direction. Between her legs, she could feel her pussy burning with desire, and as one of the guards roughly yanked her trousers down to her knees, she let out an excited yelp. From behind her, she heard a chuckle.

"Ha, the little slut's already soaking wet. You're a nasty little bitch, aren't you?"

Over her shoulder, Faye gave the men an enthusiastic nod, accompanied by an excited giggle. Before she could say anything, she felt a sudden pressure as the taller guard lined his cock up with her damp entrance. With a grunt, he thrust his hips forward, slamming them into Faye's ass as he speared his cock into her tight pussy. In response, Faye let out a gasping cry of ecstasy as she fell forward, her whole body shaking from the sudden penetration.

As the man started to fuck her hard from behind, the thief's noises didn't let up, and with each thrust, she let out a loud, lewd moan. It felt incredible, and as his hips slammed into her own, Faye couldn't help but grin in lustful bliss. From behind her, she heard the men talking and felt a shiver of excitement rush through her.

"Fuck, this bitch is tight!"

"Ha, listen to her squealing, she's a right little whore, isn't she?"

From the ground, Faye let out another aroused giggle, her whole body shaking with each impact. She managed to moan out through the gasps;

"Yes... I love it... It feels so good..."

The men laughed again, and she yelped as she felt a sharp smack on her exposed ass. The man fucking her grinned, grasping hold of her hips tightly as he redoubled his efforts.

"You really gotta try this man, her pussy's like a vice."

"Well, get out of the way then, asshole!"

Faye let out a sad mewl as the cock in her pussy suddenly slipped out, leaving her agonisingly empty, but soon enough it was replaced. Sliding in all the way to the hilt, the other guard groaned as her quivering snatch swallowed his thick cock completely, and for a second he paused, enjoying the feeling.

On her hands and knees, Faye felt incredible. While the shaft buried in her wasn't quite as thick as the last one, it was much longer, reaching deeper into her than before and filling her body with a rippling sense of pleasure. As he started to move again, she resumed moaning, her body burning with arousal as the men fucked her on the carpeted floor of the treasury.

With her pussy stuffed full and her face on the ground, Faye couldn't help but feel dirty. Using her body like this made her feel like a cheap whore, and she loved it. Rocking her hips back to meet the incoming thrusts, she felt her pounding heart skip a beat when she saw the first guard move around in front of her. Kneeling down, he took her head in his hand and tilted her up to face him. With his cock in the other, he guided her mouth towards the tip.

"Open wide, slut."

Doing as she was told, Faye slipped her lips around the second shaft and started to bob her head in time with the thrusting from behind. With a cock in both her ends, she felt her body shivering with excitement at the rough treatment she was experiencing. In front of her, the man let out a long groan, running his hand across her head as she slipped her tongue around the head of his cock.