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Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Fortune was capricious toward the thief this morning, for just as a finger slipped past the mouth of the coinpurse the woman whose waist it was attached lurched suddenly and ungracefully to the side. A stubborn pack animal somewhere ahead had begun a commotion a short while ago, and just now it had struck another which had blindly bolted into the crowd. The thief's mark, as with others in the throng of people, are shuffling out of the way lest they be trampled by the frightened mare. Quick reflexes, skilled fingers, and swift feet allow Anya to filch three gold coins from among those nearest the opening of the coinpurse before it and its owner jerk away from her grasp. Then there is the issue of avoiding the horse, which is easily accomplished but which separates the thief from her target. Three gold coins and no consequences is an unqualified success, but that fat purse surely hold dozens or perhaps hundreds of them. And the damned fool doesn't seem to have noticed the theft, for the mouth of the coinpurse remains loosened. But for how long? The promise of free money beckons like a siren's call as the barbarian woman merges back into the crowd to go about her business once the ruckus has subsided. As luck would have it, the barbarian woman seems to be headed toward a side street at the edge of the market square likely intending to visit an inn away from the noise and traffic.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya pulled the 3 gold coins out of the wanderers pocket just as a mule kicked a mare sending the crowded market into a panicked shuffle to clear the streets from the panicking animal. Quickly pocketing the shiny new money, Anya searched again for her mark, the adventurers purse still heavily weighed down. The greediness and lust of a potential payday guided the thief to follow the stranger through the crowd, pursuing her into a quiet side street lined with inns and brothels. Slipping up behind the adventurer once again, Anya reached out, her hand descending into the purse to retrieve more of the enticing gold coins. She intended to remain against the crowded market but the other woman was moving too fast and with her eyes firmly focused on the prize this theft could net her, Anya accidentally fell into the trap of pursuing the woman at close range as her fingers curled around another handful of the greed-inducing gold. But Anya knew that being alone in such a constricted area was a thiefs worst nightmare, so she attempted to pull the gold out and stumble forward as a drunk, a distraction from the pickpocketing action hidden beneath a drunkards clumsiness. So that was what she did. Leaning forward, Anya feigned a stumble, brushing hard against the wanderers shoulder as she pulled her hand from her purse, her fist full of the coins that held so much promise.
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Anya grabbed hold of as much gold as she could, pulling her hand smoothly from the leather pouch, a smirk crossing her lips for but a moment in victory before she felt the unusually strong shove of a forearm pushing up against her throat as she stumbled back against one of the stone walls of a brothel of the village. She was trapped. And with the whores and vagabonds closing in, there was no escape. Anyas intense gaze matched that of the barbarian that held her firmly up against the wall, a stark contrast between the two as Anya was small, lithe, quick while this captor was large, muscular, strong. If it wasnt such a dangerous situation, Anya would have found the opposition quite entertaining in and of itself. However, her theft had gone away. Greed had clouded her judgement and pursuing such an individual away from a crowd was an error that could very well prove fatal in that moment. The barbarian then began to press her forearm against Anyas sensitive throat, pressing her airway to severe constriction and eliminating the intake of breath that every person required for survival. Anyas smirk long since disappeared, transforming into an agonizing silent scream as her eyes began to bulge as her lungs struggled to find any shallow breath to sustain her life. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as if the movement would bring in air but none could pass the constricted throat. Her mind began to cloud once again, her body failing as her empty hand moved up to grasp at the strong arm holding her tight against the wall. It was in this cloudiness of mind that Anya felt pieces of stone fall into her hair from the wall, the impact lost on the rapidly depleting thief. And then the arm was removed and Anya was able to take in a loud, gasping breath as she collapsed to her knees on the ground, her hand still grasping tightly to the stolen gold coins. And the demand came forth, the demand to drop her riches. Coughing and sputtering as her lungs burned furiously from the rapid intake of oxygen, Anya obeyed. Opening her hand, the thief dropped the coins to the ground with a recognizable clatter. Once the coins were out of her possession, Anya began to scramble back up to her feet using the stone wall where, up until moments ago, she had been pressed against, to support her trembling limbs as her survival instinct began to rear its head.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Dozens of gold coins from several regions clatter to the ground and roll hither and twine. Some of the more brave among the onlookers scramble forward to scoop up those that come to rest furthest from the pair of women, but the bulk of them fall still in a loose ring around Anya. The barbarian woman meanwhile maintains her posture, hands clasping elbows as arms crossed just beneath her bosom lift and accentuate her breasts. She and the rest of the small crowd watch with unmasked amusement as the waif coughs, sputters, and scrambles back to her feet. I wonder how much your cunt is worth, she says loud enough for the crowd to hear. And then suddenly she's shouting. What do you say, boys! Who will give me ten silver for the waif? That many times that much coin lies strewn about her feet highlights the ridiculousness of the situation. Don't be shy, lads. She certainly won't be! Jeering and laughter from the crowd rise now to accompany the scratch and scrape of coins being fished from the cobbles. Eventually one of the men who'd grabbed one of the gold coins holds it up proudly and offers it to the muscled woman who takes it, and steps forward to grab the thief by the arm. You're going to be a good girl for these nice men, she says in the same hate-filled tone threatening violence as she had earlier. And if I come up short, I'll beat the rest out of your tits. Clear? Apparently the intention is for the act to occur right here in the open, for the man who spoke up begins to untie his trousers and the muscled woman maintains grip of a wrist so comparatively small she could surely snap it like a twig if she liked. Apparently silence was not sufficient, nor anything short of enthusiastic agreement, for just a couple seconds after speaking previous the barbarian woman back-hands the thief across the face hard enough to wrench head to one side and bruise her neck. Tell the nice man you're going to be a good girl, she says with a tone that sounds as if she'd grown tired of repeating herself.
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Anyas eyes narrowed as the barbarian seemed to revel in her torment, in her pain. And that was only compounded with her mocking words over how much she thought she was worth, like some prostitute. The thief clenched her teeth hard as she turned around against the wall, still a little unsteady on her weakened legs as her gaze moved from the barbarian to the growing gathering surrounding them, attracted by the lewd words and offerings of the thiefs body. She took a moment to look down as people began to scrape and scramble for the spilled gold, gathering up as much as they could before the barbarian noticed. But her words seemed to make them more bold as more and more men and women scrambled for the gold. Anya turned to run, her feet scraping on the cobblestones as she scrambled to get away from the bad situation. But just as she took one step to run, she felt fingers curling around her wrist, yanking her body right back to face the barbarian as she offered up the thief to the highest bidder. Pulling desperately on her trapped wrist, Anya tried to pry the strong fingers from her own skin and bones but to no avail. The thiefs eyes widened as the man who had approached began to undo his trousers, intending to ravage Anya right then and there. Her eyes widened in fear as she struggled all the harder. However, her twists were cut short again as an open hand came crashing across her neck, catching her skin with the heel of her palm, nearly knocking Anya off her feet. Dangling from the grip around her wrist, the thief struggled to her feet again as she narrowed her gaze and clenched her teeth, a greenish tinge coming to the skin where the hard flesh of the barbarians palm met the soft flesh of the side of her neck. But she refused to talk. A show of resistance as she pulled down violently once again on her trapped wrist as the man continued his approach, his pants coming down to expose his hardened manhood to his struggling victim.
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Anya wasnt prepared for the sadistic actions of the barbarian woman in revenge for stealing a few gold coins. The first man approached as she held the thief fast by her wrist, pushing her up against the wall and removing any chance of escape. The man smiled lascivously as he reached out, grabbing roughly at her breast through her thin linen top before grabbing hold of the neck and tearing it away from her body to expose her small chest. Anya twisted and struggled against the barbarian as he then moved down to her pants. The thief used her free hand to try and stop the man from undoing her trousers but he only just reached up and pressed his body onto hers, his hand moving to hold her other hand against the wall while his other one moved down to push down her trousers to reveal her lower body to everyone who had gathered. He then proceeded to rape her, brutally taking her with no regard to her comfort or enjoyment. Her screeches of pain and screams for help went unanswered. Eventually, with the line of men and women who wished their turn with her, Anya was pulled to the ground and found her struggles severely weakened with each kick to her stomach or back or slap over her face for refusing to bend for someone or with her biting. By the time an hour was up, Anyas body was a mess of black and purple bruises, her nose was bleeding down over her lips as one eye was nearly swollen shut. Between her legs was screaming in agony and her legs shook with weakness. But it was not over yet. Anya found herself pulled up against the barbarian, her legs lifted from the ground, tightening her ravaged womanhood to inflict the most pain possible. And the man seemed in no hurry as he pumped into her body, eliciting screams of agony from the abused thief as tears streamed down her face, her sobs echoing throughout the small alleyway. It felt like an eternity before he exploded within the thief and Anya crumpled into a heap onto the ground as the barbarian dropped her. Though when she hit the ground, she cried out in pain as she curled up into a fetal position, bloodied and bruised from the continuous rapes from the men willing to return the gold coins. Her breath was shallow and another cry of pain echoed through the alley as a boot came down hard on the blackened side of her face, pushing her head hard into the cobblestone walkway as her ears rang, severely muffling any sound and her swollen eyes limiting any sight. Anya remained still, her naked body too sore too move as she spat up blood next to her on the ground. She didnt look back as the barbarian claimed she needed a commission for aiding and abetting the rape. The thief merely groaned in pain, hoping against hope that death was on the horizon as the agony grew within her body as her hands curled up over her chest, her legs pulled up to her chest as she wheezed in excruciating pain, barely able to see or hear.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Cold steel presses against Anya's neck, the flat of a short blade like a knife or dagger. Its smooth surface is drawn back across the curve of her throat, miming the action of slitting it without drawing blood or even presenting a sharp edge. The point eventually is drawn and finds purchase in the side of her neck near the shoulder, just above a supremely sensitive bundle of tendons and nerves. A pinprick to pierce the skin reveals the blade is symmetrical, with a square cross-section. Definitely neither a common dagger nor a simple knife. The blade-point rests in the tiny puncture it has made, with the pressure of its own weight causing only the slightest discomfort. You should count yourself lucky, says the woman from somewhere above and behind her. I'd be justified taking your hand. The blade twirls in place, the point digging slightly further into the skin with each rotation. It soon begins to sting. But I'm a fair woman, she continues in that same harsh tone. I'll accept coin or services in payment for my trouble, equal to what you tried to steal. That would equal dozens of gold, possibly a couple hundred. The stringing slowly escalates to burning as the blade is continually spun like a drill-bit. I'll even see you to a healer to tend your wounds. A laugh does not quite escape her, but the smile is evident in her tone. Though you'll just have to live with the rape, I'm afraid. She sounds smug and self-satisfied. The burning of the idly twirling blade becomes more intense as it breaks skin enough to draw blood and begins to irritate that exquisitely sensitive bundle of flesh at the base of the neck. What'll it be, then? Off to the inn to get you a bath before we set you back out to earn more coins, or have you some other skills or coins hidden away somewhere to pay off your debt? No time is given for a reply. Suddenly the blade is plunged deep into the bundle of nerves and tendons it had just begun to tease directly.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya trembled slightly as she felt the cold of the steel across her throat. Though there was no sharpness of the edge of a blade, the mere presence of it shook her to her core. But the barbarian wasnt finished as she then turned the point of the blade to the side of her neck, at the junction with her shoulder where she began to press it into the thiefs skin, piercing the flesh as it sent a wave of mild pain through the thiefs body, eliciting the smallest of whimpers from her ravaged body. Then the blade began to sting as the barbarian began to twist it down into the sensitive base of Anyas neck. Her whimpers soon turning to gasps of pain which eventually transformed into moans as it dug deeper into her flesh, drawing droplets of blood from the wound as the barbarian continually turned the blade down into Anyas flesh. Anya expected to be killed in that very moment, even as the other woman spoke of retribution, of paying her back. The turning blade made the words coming from her captors lips moot as the stinging turned to burning causing sharp inhales of breath from the thief as the burning sensation extended down her spine, her body trembling as tears came to her eyes. Blood began to drip down over her neck as the blade continued its torturous journey into her skin, running over the nerves at the base of her neck causing waves of agonizing pain to course through her entire body. Her muscles contracted as she cried out in pain. But it wasnt over yet as the barbarian gave her a choice prior to shoving the entire blade completely down into the drilling wound. Anya shrieked in pain as every nerve ending fired at the same time. The excruciating agony made her head spin as her eyes rolled back into her head forcing her muscles to relax as the thief left the land of the conscious.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya awakens some time later in bed in a small room. She has been cleaned, stripped, and tucked beneath the covers. She can see clearly now, and glancing around the room she can see a covered chamber pot in a corner, a wash basin in another, and a trunk chest at the foot of the bed where the barbarian woman presently sits whittling. Though her eyes are no longer swollen shut and her visible wound seems to have been tended by a healer, she remains sore all over especially between her legs. Attempts to move summon dull aches as stiff muscles protest, and quickly catch the attention of her captor. You never did tell me if you had any useful skills or hidden coin, she says as she continues whittling. It looks like she is carving a stick of wood into the shape of an owl. Badly.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya groaned as she woke up with a pounding headache. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was tucked neatly into a soft, straw filled bed with the covers laid gently over top of her, leaving only her shoulders above the collarbone and her head exposed. The thief lifted her head and looked around the room she was in a fairly well appointed room at an inn but the sight of the barbarian woman who had so cruelly punished her for stealing a few coins sat at the end of the bed. Anya laid her head back down as her muscles screamed in the agony of soreness, especially between her legs as Anya was forced to spread her thighs to relieve the soreness there, causing a soft groan of discomfort. What do you want from me? Anya asked with a murmur, Why didnt you just kill me? Her voice was obviously laced with the soreness of the rest of her body as she genuinely wondered why the barbarian who had so cruelly subjected her to such sadistic violence had kept her alive instead of just killing her then and there.
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Not much fun torturing a corpse, is the leisurely reply while continuing to whittle badly. No particular harshness or malice accompanies the words. Whether by intent for effect or because her mind is focused on the task at hand, Anya's captor lets that comment hang in the air for several long seconds before speaking again. All throughout the short, curt replies and the pauses between them is the steady whisk and rasp of blade against wood as she remains hunched over whittling. So confident, or perhaps foolhardy, is her captor that her back remains toward Anya and she is never even spared a second glance. I want every bit of copper your miserable life is worth, she says after a while. Still the regular strike and chisel of blade against wood. And what could be more fun than holding you down in an alley everyday 'til I milk this little town dry? She stops whittling finally and turns to look at Anya with raised brows, as though that question were not rhetorical.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Anya pulled the thin covers further over her naked body as her captor mentioned a corpse. Was she going to kill her? For nothing more than a few gold coins? And the silence only intensified the feeling of dread Anya had for her dire mistake of robbing this barbarian. She looked towards the open window next to the bed as the other woman remained with her back to her, slicing through a chunk of wood for no reason or so it appeared. Anya sat up quickly in the bed as the woman continued, threatening her life with whatever she was worth before killing her after she got everything she could. Anya's hands tightened around the thin sheet concealing her modesty as her eyes widened in terror. She couldn't be serious, could she? But she had been when she had facilitated what she had. W-w-w-well, maybe I can help you, Anya stammered out, trying desperately to talk her way out of the situation, I'm a really skilled pick pocketer. Maybe I could do that instead? Since you want what my life is worth? Anya desperately didn't want to feel anything like she had mere hours ago, or was it days? She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. And she was willing to help this woman get what she wanted to buy her freedom if that was what it took.
Thread: To Catch a Thief (Elaebryn × Rania Lark)

Good enough to get caught again? The rough woman flashes her teeth in a bemused sneer but does not laugh. Anyway, I doubt you'd have much luck with me close by you, she says as she rises to her feet. Her eyes meet Anya's and remain there. And I'm not going to let you just run away on me. She could not have possibly noticed Anya look toward the open window, but might she have left it open just to warrant this line of discussion? Presently the clatter of wood returns Anya's thoughts to what is definite rather than what may be. The barbarian has dropped her badly-carved owl effigy on the floor, discarded like the bit of scrap it resembles, and presently seems intent on climbing up onto the bed by way of the trunk chest at its foot. She hasn't even bothered to remove her boots or outer-clothes before she has hand and knee atop the blanket, threatening soon to pin the terrified girl beneath the very covers in which she moments ago sought comfort. Surely you have other skills? Her piercing gaze remains locked with Anya's eyes as she clenches a handful of bed-sheet and blanket with one hand and continues crawling forward. Other charms than I've seen, perhaps? Whether sincere or merely taunting, the hungry stare fixed on Anya is transparent in its meaning and suggests intent. Anya must act quickly if she is to avoid being straddled, pinned, and subject to this cruel woman's pleasures.
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Anyas brow furrowed as the barbarian refused her offer of using her thievery to pay back for her life and made it abundantly clear that the barbarian wasnt going to let her anywhere out of her sight. And then she mentioned Anya running away as their gazes met again. The thief swallowed hard at the threat as the barbarian seemed to have noticed her contemplation of the window for her escape. As her captor began to move onto the bed, climbing over the blankets that Anya had used to cover her naked form tightening dramatically, the thief immediately moved as well. Her small, lithe body released the sheets as she used her hands to pull her form out from beneath the potential prison of cloth. She slipped from the bed and slid to the floor just as the barbarian would have pinned her down to have her way with the captive thief. Anya scrambled up to her feet as she made a run for the window around the foot of the bed. As she moved, she grabbed hold of the whittled piece of wood before running to the window. Her breath came in quick gasps as her naked chest rose and lowered with each inhale and exhale as Anya held the pointed stick in her hand, turning with her back to the window as she shakily began to climb out the opening, trying to jump to the street below and her escape.