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The heist trap

THE HEIST TRAP (07/08/2023)It was a quiet day in the Quicksand and J'tadi was just leaning against the door, seeing if there was anything interesting going on or if she could overhear people their conversations to plan a score, but there was nothing.
Unknowing to her someone was looking for her. He had come looking for her, for her specifically, Being of the type that had enough wealth for such luxuries.
A bearing that was broad and tall, even for his kind, the dense musculature of one used to hefting the weight of his axe.
The smooth, steady, and confident stalk of a predator, his near glowing gaze scanning for the tell-tale sight of what was described, and upon seeing her, his direction would change and his deep, clear voice reaching her easily as he spoke.
"J'tadi? I was told to seek you out." The statement clear, simple as he moves to stand, by the very nature of it towering over her.
She would look up at the broad au'ra, slightly moving her hand to her side not knowing why the man would be told to seek her out "Hmm.. by who?" as she would stand away from the door with all her attention focused on the au'ra.
Her eyes would inspect his every move and posture, looking for any signs of a threat. "And for what reason?"
He raises his eyebrow, though not surprised at her response, his head angling slightly to regard her, it was a simple thing as he spoke.
He wanted to see how she reacted to his strong touch on her cheek. "I was told to find <<The Queen of the Streets>>. I have two problems that need solving: one requires gaining something that is in anothers possession that should not be, and the other…" His eyes sliding down her curved form without a measly attempt to conceal. "I can already see you are quite suited for."
Upon hearing his reasoning she would relax her posture slightly and reach into her pocket to grab a cigarette, lighting it, and starts to smoke during the conversation as if to ease her nerves.
She would clear her throat as to get his full attention "Ahem… It is <<Goddess of the streets>>" she would say with a slight smirk on her face "Shall we go to a more... Private place for this conversation? I rather not have anyone eavesdropping and stealing my scores" as she would glance towards the door that leads to the alleyway.
He would let out a quiet snort at her correction, her smirk getting another raised brow from him as he mutters dismissively. "So many nicknames in the streets, I can hardly be blamed for getting them mixed up."
There was a tone of both warning and almost playfulness to it in response to her snark, his hand gesturing, the towering figure stepping aside to motion. "Lead the way then. Just mind that mouth of yours." He had, of course, been warned about that particular facet of hers.*
J'tadi would let out a chuckle as she leads the way to the alley "Sorry hun, that is one of the only things I have never been able to do, nor have been taught." as she would make her way through the crowd as her eyes scan for people who might be following and or spying on her.
The au'ra his lips quirk into their own smirk to her response, following behind as his eyes travel over this tiny Miqo before him, There was no denying the way her short little form was curved.As they arrive in the alley she would take a seat on the broken barrel with a slight annoyed look on her face while looking at the place she normally does business "Guess here will do, don't worry about these folk.. They know their place and not to mess with me" as she gives him a smile which has a devious undertone.
His arms folding as she settles upon the barrel, his fingers tapping at his forearms. "Ahh... it seems then that there is only one struggling to understand such." He of course would not offer more clarity on that comment.
She gives him a teasing wink "We've just met, They know the things I am capable of... you on the otherhand still have to find out" as she would then sit back and listen to him patiently and attently.
He would begin to talk "Now, on to the matter at hand, I need something acquired and I do not care how" he continued "There is a man, Yohin, Midlander-type, lives over a few streets, actually, I just need the tapestry hanging above his fireplace, That's it"
"Hmm.. okay... sounds easy enough.." -maybe a bit too easy- she says to herself. She would continue to look at him with a questioning look as she inspects his posture and eyes for any signs of lying or an attempt to deceive her, but this would depend entirely on how truly skilled she was at reading people who were quite skilled at deception and concealment.
He was not foolish enough to try and maintain an impassive expression, he would instead merely watch her, that slight tip to his smile as he offers information at request, did she in fact notice the near imperceptible shift in his gaze, or the corners of his lips?
"Anything else I need to know about this... Yohin? Maybe about his place?" she would say with a questioning tone.
"Only that he has more gil than he knows what to do with... and acts as such." he would continue "His guards are poorly paid and don't want to do the work." Adds as he thinks of it. "If you can swipe anything without being traced... it's yours. I care not."
As the small miqo'te was still doubting the man, as it does sound like an easy task, she would sigh and her eyes would be filled with a slight concern but decides to trust him against her better judgement "Okay.. sounds fair, what are you willing to pay?"
As she would take one last puff of her cigarette and stub it out against the wall and then looks back at the Au'ra with a confident look "Oh and of course, care to show me his place? Or at least point me in the right direction?"
She jumps off the barrel and she would note everything down and then look up at the au'ra with a serious look on her face while stepping a bit closer "Now can you answer what I had asked in the beginning of our meeting?? Who told you to come to me?"
His eyes would not change their intent stare upon her, In fact, He would lean closer so that her face could actually be near his own. The points of his horns near to her, quite honestly, gorgeous face.
Oh, he was looking forward to this. "How about I tell everyone that I hired J'tadi to steal someones belongings, would you really want to work for someone who answers those kinds of questions at the negotation? How about I ask about your contacts?"
She would stare deep into his eyes and wouldn't back down from him getting closer. "I have been and have fucked over people enough times, can't blame a girl for trying to get some extra security." She would then pat his cheek and give him a devious smile as her head would slant slightly to the side "I know you would do the same when you have such a big target on your back like me."
He was going to enjoy this, he couldn’t hold back too much, Too much confidence might give it away. So when she pats his cheek, when he feels that demeaning touch, He would move swift his large hand clapping against her smaller one with enough force to really fucking sting. "Oh, don't worry. I know there are plenty of reasons to be cautious here, in the streets. I have gil now, didn't always, Alright then, Go get my tapestry, we can discuss the other request when you've done your job."
She would tap her tongue "not so fast Mister, we didn't talk about pay, 10% up front as a… cost for equipment. And the rest afterwards"
He would stare at her, he had to remember make this look legit. He would narrow his eyes, making sure she was worth what he was paying, it also had to be believeable, robbing a well-to-do merchant in Ul' Dah was a death scentence if you fudged it.
He then hands over the the rather fat sack of gil, his eyes flicking left to right as if concerned, as if worried about losing his money. "Take it. Damned cheeky Miqo, Just get it done"
J'tadi would grab the sack of gill and play around with it in her hand. "That should be enough". As she gives him a pleased smile and reaches her hand into her bra to grab a piece of parchment to give it to him. "My linkpearl, contact me with the location you want to meet afterwards and when, I shall have it done by then". She would start to move back to the crowds as she waves him goodbye.
He did not wave back. Simply nodding his head, That dismissive gesture as he steals a final glance over every inch of her body, Waiting until his face turns back away to let the smile finally form, Keeping his chuckle in he knew she wasn't stupid, she wasn't naive and he had to use every bit of his skill to keep it going.Carefully she would head to the apartment building, as she moves swiftly but quietly through the night sky.
She scouts around as to make sure there are no employees or guards around and makes her way in, worried something might be waiting for her on the other side as she has still not received any resistance and everything looks to be way to easy.
As she picks the lock of the door, she holds her pistol close as she enters it slowly, she would carefully look around the place and inspect it.
Upon entering she would no doubt notice that nearly half the room was caged off. Shackles along the wall within its bars. A leash bound to the floor within it, the clasp ready to be clipped to a collar. Saw horse, St Andrew's Cross. It would be evident someone has interesting tastes
She then looks straight at the fireplace, not seeing a tapestry there would alarm her and she would keep her hand on the trigger while her eyes were open for any traps, she would move slowly to the bookshelf to look for any traces of a tapestry, thinking maybe it had been placed in a different spot.
But it would be at that moment that she would hear something, A shift in the wall, a hidden door, opening slowly, the soft sound of a creaking hinge as it slowly drifts open, darkenss on the other side.
J'tadi would swiftly turning her attention to the sound and aiming her pistol to it but there would be nothing further, no sound, No light.. Just that slight opening in the wall and darkness to its other side.
Her senses were particularly attuned and she smelled a tiny bit of a floral scent, but just the smallest hint that teased her senses.
As she was slowly moving towards the opening with her pistol drawn, she would begin to doubt the existence of the tapestry even more, but her curiosity would be pulling her closer and closer to the door...
click
It would happen the moment her foot steps on the threshold, the moment her weight settles, this entire setup...it wasn't built for her. It was part of a ring, part of a trade. She had merely become its more recent victim.
A high priority prize and trophy, and so, when that click occurs it would be gasses that begin to pump out, But it was a blast, not the slow hissing to easily escape, It was a cloud that would surround her, Two colors, two gasses mingling to cloud the air around her.
She would begin to cough as the gasses would begin to twirl around her, the sudden appearance and shock of it would have meant that she had inhaled quite a bit already "Fuck..." she would shout.
She would quickly use her left arm to cover her nose and mouth but quickly slant down to one knee as her body would start to get weaker as the sleeping gas most certainly already began to take effect to dull her senses as the male au'ra steps throught he door.
As she was still holding her gun tightly she would be using that arm to keep herself up as to not fall to the floor "Need to get out.." she would think to herself as she turns herself around slowly while mainaining herself up with her right arm.
"Oh yes. That will be the sleeping gas, Wonderful stuff really, Next, youll start to feel the aphrodisiacs, I wonder how they might affect you, They seem to turn little kitties like you into mindless sluts." The sound in his voice, It was his turn to sneer, to mock as he speaks.
His broad, powerful form stalking easily over to her as the cloud has already dissipated "I told you to watch your fucking mouth. Didn't I?"
She would try to aim the gun towards him but before she had a shot, the gun got kicked out of her hand and she would fall to the floor "Weak.. had to use gas... t-to subdue me?" she would say weakly and with some stuttering as the aphrodisiac would mess with her mind. "And i told you.. not something I am good.. at" she responds with a still snarky tone.
He actually chuckled as she continued to mouth off, His laughter was deep, but it was anything but warm, hearing her still try and shoot that mouth off as he moves aside opening the storage on each side of the fireplace, Bonds, implements, gags, rope. All were there, ready… And so it would begin.
Moving to kneel next to her as he sets the bindings down, It was quick, The slap to her face. The grip, hard, unforgiving in her hair to wrench her head back and lifting her up, with her weak... he would force past any resistance... and shove that gag home. "Then lets fix that little problem"
As she was not being able to resist, all she would do is glare at him as he easily stops her struggles and forces the gag in her mouth while his fingers remain cruelly wrapped in her hair, that wrenching hold forcing her without mercy now. The weakness. the effects of those mixing drugs.
He would stare down at her with piercing eyes as he grips the ropes, setting them across her exposed asscheeks, before wrenching her arms behind her, while he was skilled with Shibari... a quick tie and bind from wrist to shoulders would suffice. Keeping her immobile and restrained "That's a good girl, Silent and obedient... as you should be."
J'tadi would glare at him and poke her middlefinger out as he was binding her wrists and mumble something in her gag "Nnm cnnph" her face would get red and her mind would start to wander slowly as the aphrodisiac is sinking into her system more and more..
And then would come the knife, drawing its black from the sheath in which it was tucked, the gleam of it as one large hand quite simply...shoves her cheek to the floor. Pining it down, hard, rough, Scraping her soft cheek against the wood as he simply slices through her gear as much as he can. Letting it peel away . Bit by bit exposing that curved body. "Oh...you were worth every gil."
He would reach....his large hand, thick finger pushing down beneath her curved ass, sliding over her cunt pushing to the tiny entrance there* "is it having its full effect yet?" She would let out an involuntary moan and instantly curses in her gag and starts to scream weakly all the while her body won't move and/or listen to her anymore..
"That's it, just like that, What good is this little hole if its not used properly?" The words rumbling down to her as another finger joins, both of them far too thick. Stretching her so wide, forcefully slow, Inch by inch stretching and widening her, Before he begins to pump, fuck, pound into her until the sound would rise, until she would drip along her thighs.
She would let out multiple moans as his fingers move faster and harder, getting frustrated at her own body as it won't listen to her command, her orders to stop moaning and to resist the pleasure... but she would keep moaning and the pleasure would get her close to her first orgasm which... he stops on purpose only to stand, removing his shirt.
"FNCH!" she would shout with the gag mumbling her words as her breathing would become faster and faster, unable to do anything but lay there and think... think about how this is no longer her body, as she fully lost control over it.
"Oh look. It looks like you have a need. I can help with that, all you have to do is beg." The words, filled with twisted softness and promise, He didn't need to insult her, call her names, he merely had to, strip away that identity.
"All you have to do is beg for my cock and I can make that ache stop, Wouldn't you like that?" Such twisted fucking sweetness as the sound of a belt is heard, pants and shoes kicked aside as that brutally fat and long cock twitches.
he would be kneeling once more, his fat length near her face as one finger pops the gag open just enough. "Beg".

Her body tells her to submit and be granted the pleasure she so craves, with her tight hole twitching for more, her mouth drooling and as she would become more and more wet, making the floor wet under her… but her mind was still deviant
She would look at him with a spark of defiance in her eyes and would say* W-what is beg? knowing damn well this would get her in more trouble, but she did not want to surrender, He laughed again, Laughing at her retort, There was no anger from him anymore, When she defied him he laughed in amusement.
As the gag would be forced back in place she would shout into her gag again but that would be turned into forced moans swiftly as the fingers would start to violate her hole again, the wet sound of her sloppy hole echoing through the room from that needy, clenching depth.
He wasn't some mindless brute. He knew what he was doing, even through the brutal force. His fingers curled hitting that spot too often ignored. With suckling folds and a bud of nerve laden flesh. Her g-spot would be filled with curling, pressing fingertips over...and over again, She would moan constantly as his fingers attack her relentlessly, but it would stop again as the wrenching grip wraps back into her hair.He didn't even bother to lift her and just dragged her into the next room and with a nudge, she would find herself before implements, furniture and other devious equipment.
She would close her eyes from the pain of being pulled and dragged by her hair. “Nphphhnmm!” shouting as she continues to be dragged, He would be walking over to the sawhorse, he would haul her on it without mercy as her dripping, sodden cunt is slammed forcefully on its padded edge, using the restraints to keep her in place as his hands started pulling slowy on her thighs.
She would open her eyer and look down with a worried look, she would scream as it would feel like she is being split apart, but her body would not stop getting more and more aroused and wet by the fact that she is unable to stop any of it, completely helpless and at his mercy.
She was so small, so tiny, while the sawhorse...well...it certainly was at its lowest height. Letting him simply, stand over her. Leaning over, One hand now on her hip...that perfectly curved hip, squeezing...for that moment simply savouring the curve in the middle of this torment, Stroking her skin almost tenderly.
His other hand cups the fullness of her breast, Fingers capturing a nipple to tug, the pressure growing, deeper....then easing...deeper...then easing, again and again until he was crushing it, as her hard nipples would be played with, she could not help but release moans of pleasure and small grunt of pain whenever he increased the pressure.
The drool slipping from underneath the gag more and more, dripping down onto the already wet horse, making it even wetter. “PHphnp!” she would shout, but the gag was forced tightly into her mouth and there was no way he would be able to understand anything coming from her mouth.
His hand were still on her hip sliding her, making her rut on that horse. “PHphnp!!!” she would scream again as her body was being slid over it.. giving her both pain as her body felt like it was being cut in half but the wetness making it easier to slide over, stimulating her, and giving her more pleasure, her mind would begin to give into the pleasure more and more as the deviant spark fades away slightly.
He knew there was a time to simply be cruel and hard and a time to hurt with pleasure. His wicked smile showing no doubt as to which she was in store for. This height was perfect, her little body perfect, the way that fat, brutalizing dick now rests on her shoulder as he leans over her. The precum smeared tip sliding over her skin, nudging that gag to mingle his taste with her leaking spit. Until the soft, smooth, warm scales...textured so well would stroke against her jawline.
Her eyes would be fully closed and she would realized that he is no longer moving her hips instead his fingers now pulling until her soft, full breasts stretched. He knew, he knew at this point she would do the work herself as both her nipples were pulled, and indeed her body was still moving on its own, she wanted to stop, she wanted to ignore the pleasure that was building into her mind, but she couldn't or maybe.. secretly she didn't want to stop, so her body kept going giving her more and more pleasure as time goes on as his fat dick smears his scent and taste over her. "you'll see...you will be much happier when you accept that you were made to serve."
He doesn't say anything else at first. Merely flipping that gag back down to hang around her neck once more. To let the leaking drool...the falling spit smear down her skin as his rigid, aching, fat cock stroked her face. His body moving, sliding the shaft over her shining lips as he torments her nipples. As she rocks on that horse, he would release her nipples, stop touching her and Without realizing she lets out an annoyed sigh..
He continued watching her as she keeps moving, the pleasure in her mind would have isolated her off from the world and she wouldn't even realize the gag had been pulled down, all she could think of was finally finishing herself off and hopefully subdueing this burning pleasure as moans still escape her mouth.
He moves around before her, his eyes raking down the sight of her curved body, He would never deny that she was fucking stunning. His fingers suddenly clasping into her soft hair and his sharp grip brooking no refusal, no ability to do so as the broad, flared head crushes against her painted lips. Those soft tiers forced so painfully wide, And he did not stop, did not hesitate, It was inexorable and demanding.
His dick shoving past her wet tongue, ignoring any heaving or choking. Ignoring the resistance at the back of her throat. And shoving, making her throat him until his heavy balls slap lightly against her spin shining throat, Buried to the hilt as he growls "you make a perfect cocksleeve for Master"
As it enters her mouth forcefully, she would snap back to reality due to the choking feeling. She would stop moving and open her eyes looking at him with anger as if he stopped her from continuing, she would gag on it and her eyes would be starting to be filled with tears as she is choking on it, but she can only think of one thing to do... and she bites down, hoping he would pull it out and think twice before doing it again
Oh and he pulled back, but not immediately. His eyes narrow as he growls out, his voice not attempting to hide the pain he felt. But he shoved forward harder for a moment. Just to drive the point home, just to make her feel her throat stetch harder, her eyes would widen and she would gag loudly during that big thrust of his. He pulled out she would start to cough loudly and take deep breaths.
Then the slaps came, it was heavy, letting the mere difference in their weight be the force. It twist her head sharply first this way and that. Leaving those marks upon her flesh before, her eyes would be bursting with anger as her face would have a tingly and burning feeling where he slapped her.
Her stunned head would be gripped once more. Twisting fingers wrenching pulling her hair as she was about to yell at him the cock would fully silence her again, only letting some loud mumbled words come out as she continued to stare at him with her angry eyes filled with tears. "N'mm hnmm mnn!!!" she would shout as he was forcing her mouth back down along his shaft, driving to the hilt.
A few harsh pumps. Bouncing her head off his toned, poweful hips. before staring down at her mouth with that dick halfway....eyes narrowed. "You aren't in the alleys. you belong to me now." He would just smirk down at her, that mocking face, that confident and cruel expression. Only to see the anger, The rage in her own face. He had told her she would need to beg to cum... for relief. Not for that dick.
She would bite down again to make sure she can take another breath and hopefully stop him from doing it again but he smirked down at her once more as he felt her bite, his teeth baring down and near snarling in a bestial manner. Fingers twisted in her hair would jerk. And once more root her deeper, until her jaw would be forced to part... forced to ease and grow lax by the sheer gaping force that was being shoved at her, after realizing biting him was useless, hair being pulled was forcing her to let out grunts of pain.. she would keep her mouth wide open, as her jaw would start to ache, she would try to breath and force herself through it
The twisting fingers do not relent. Staring. And waiting...waiting until he sees that light in her eyes dim...the only way she could stop it was a true, full force bite. The one to truly maim...and he knew she wouldn't. Knew deep down...she wanted so much more. And once he saw it. that fear in her fading gaze. Finally she would be freed...She gets thrown to the ground which would force all of the air out of her lungs and she would start to take deep breaths, while her tits scrape the wood of the floor. "I'll.. K-kill-" she says with broken speech but gets stopped halfway as his fingers enter her again and hauls her ass up with her cheek crushed down on the floor.
"When are you going to figure out that your anger is the fucking point? It's all useless, be as angry as you want, I bought you, accept your fate." He did not speak with venom. They weren't cutting and twisted and mocking. They were merely statements. He was speaking clearly, plainly to her. Despite the growling want that lingered in his tones.
She would grit her teeth with anger in her eyes "T-the only thing y-y-you bought, Is your-" she would respond with a fierce but stuttering voice but she gets broken off before she was able to finish the sentence.. His fat cock, his wide head pressing to the slicked, open need of her. His grin coming once more as he pulls her back. Grunting at the difficulty, letting her hear how perfect she felt wrapped around him as he rammed his dick straight to the root.
Her cervix crushed, shaped around his domed head with the only thing that escapes her mouth is one loud moan as her eyes roll back to the back of her head. She started to think to herself if this was the aphrodisiac making it feel this good... or if it really did feel this good..*
"Go ahead...beg me to let you cum." The words this time weren't sharp or biting. They didn't sneer or torment. They were firm, but they were simple. A command given without the malice of forcing her mind. Making sure to say it right after her eyes roll back. Right after she feels the stretch, to be completely filled by him until there was room for nothing else and this time he is slow, pulling back, the ribbed lines along his scales, he made sure to angle, make them drag on her spot.
As his words reach her, she begins to recall how long it has been since the aphrodisiac entered her system and she starts to think to herself that it should have worn off already. -why does it still feel so good…-. And then, he would start slamming deep, hard, brutal again. Over... and over. The rhythm steady, knowing what it will do to her primed body.
And with each thrust the pleasure would build up and his words would just be repeated in her mind. over... and over again.. until it accidentally came out of her mouth softly... "please let me cum...”. That single whisper made him know it was time to start twisting that mind, corrupting it with praise at just the right moments.
He slammed his dick to the base once more, stirring, his hips grinding, The swollen head tormenting her g-spot and cervix. while he growls into her ear. "Oh good girl. Cum for Master... and thank me." The words given as he would wait until her release hits, knowing she will be impossibly tight for his impossibly hard dick.
Deep in J'Tadi her mind she was still trying to be deviant, but her body would not let her anymore. The pleasure was beginning to be too much and she wanted that sweet sweet release and as he called her a good girl, all she wanted to do was curse him out, attack him both physically and mentally... but her body wouldn't let her.. it was as if she was just a spectator... watching herself completely give up control.
"THANK YOU!" she would scream, as she tightens herself around his rod and lets all that pleasure out.. His hand pressed to her head... crushing it down. Pinning her like a bitch to be bred. As he begins to rut, fuck and pound into her. The rhtym still steady... but furious as she cums around him. Grunting low. "now beg to be bred"
She thinks to herself -its finally done-. But he continues... and so does the torment on her mind, the combination of the aphrodisiac, helplessness and pleasure was enough to completely let her body lose control and now she was simply just a voice in her head listening and watching her body give in to the pleasure.
Completely helpless against the relentless assault as she would be constantly moaning and screaming "Please breed me! I want to be bred!" she would repeat multiple times, He didn't hide his pleasure from her, no doubt her fragmented mind would delight in it... at least the parts that were controling her body. "Fuck! so fucking good... good girl!"
The way his hips drive down, it's simply lewd, his balls striking her clit with enough force that it would leave the poor little nub swollen. His slick, dripping cock stroking its entire length with brutal power into her, His hips move with merciless force. bouncing her little body until her just grabs her. Hauls her up by a grip on her throat, crushing her back against him on his lap
As her body continued to beg and moan loudly, she would keep thinking to herself -This is not me! Stop this!!- and -It is the aphrodisiac!-, but the inner conflict would make her body more susceptible to the pleasure and she would have an orgasm after orgasm. "Please breed me! please breed me!" as the pathetic shouts continue she would continue to try and fight it..
He growls into her ear. "Who owns you?" And he fucking pounds her little body in a shattering bounce. but as she continues to fight it and keeps cumming.. her body fully shuts down and she faints.
Her tits jiggling madly as he cries out. Heavy, thick loads of cum immediately filling her...to spill out, to blast her womb before he pulls back. Letting the last loads coat her tits, impact her face.
Oh, he had no doubt there would be more struggles, more training was needed. One did not create a pet like this overnight. It took reinforcement, pressure, and its own fucked up safety. And so he would lift her unconscious body And take her to the cage... it was where she would find herself when she woke. Both doors slammed and locked.
While he walked over and sat down into his chair. Waiting for her to regain her senses. They had much work to do.