A Thief's Submission

The cage was probably unnecessary. The slave market was full of guards and Tessa was in no shape to try anything after having slept on a hard floor, and then standing on her feet for many hours. Of course, some of the captives made a big scene when they were about to become another person's property. But Tessa remained calm. A thief doesn't live long if she can't find her way out of a tight spot, and it wasn't her first time. Well, maybe not like this but still.

She had been completely naked ever since the viewing time earlier in the day. But the sun still hang above the castle wall and warmed her exposed skin when she positioned herself just inside the front side bars. The auction was probably well under way now.

Tessa had replayed the disaster in her head over and over. Just a normal burglary, starting with a tip from within the guild. Breaking in had been easy enough. But when she climbed out over the garden wall with the jewels secure in a small leather pouch between her breasts, they had been waiting for her. The guards had easily caught her while making jokes and yelling in good humour. Tessa had struggled, but knew right away that it was futile. She had felt mostly anger at first but eventually the gravity of the situation had set in.

Tessa had botched a job and been caught once before, several years ago. But then she had been only fifteen years old and ended up in a shabby youth delinquent home. Two meals a day and a safe place to sleep wasn't the worst. And after a few months she had made her way back to the streets without too much trouble.

But now Tessa was legally an adult. That meant she was liable to a real punishment. She was going to be sold to the highest bidder in order to repay her debt to the crown for violating its laws. The trial had been a short affair. The judge had sentenced her to three years of slavery with barely a blink of his eye, already moving on to the next case while her world came crashing down.

Tessa wondered what her fate would be. She had somtimes gossiped in the taverns with her friends from the guild about the fates of the less fortunate or less skilled among their ilk. If a thief was young and pretty, there was little doubt that the highest bid would come from someone who was looking for a bed slave.

Tessa knew that she was attractive. Her delicate face with the serious eyes was framed by dark curls kept short for practical purposes. Her agile body was softened by feminine curves. She wasn't exactly well endowed, but her slim well shaped bottom in the snug breeches she usually prefered had enticed more than one young man to try his luck with her. A few of them had succeeded.

Two men approached her cage. Was it already time? With a start, she realized that the taller of them was none other than the judge who had sentenced her. Dared she hope that there had been a mistake? But she couldn't see how that was possible. She had been caught red-handed. They were now close enough for Tessa to make out the words from the other man, a market scribe. "Is this her my lord?"

The judge spoke in a casual voice. "Yes this is the girl. Eight gold crowns. My servant will manage the transaction."

At first Tessa couldn't take in the meaning of what he just said. Then her feeling of confusion was replaced by outrage. The hateful man went on. "I take a personal interest in those who have strayed from the path. With my guidance, I believe she can still reach her potential."

It didn't make sense to Tessa but she was too shocked to even attempt to work out what it meant. The scribe just nodded. "Very good my lord. I will write out the contract as soon as I get back. Three years as the property of High Judge Rudi Barany for the girl Tessa, parents unknown."

Tessa stared at her new owner. He looked just into his middle years, quite young to already have been elevated to High Judge. He was not a bad looking man all things considered. His face was strong and clean shaven, his hair kept short and with some grey on the temples. But when he looked at Tessa, she saw hardness in his eyes.

It was a short journey with the carriage to a large villa just outside the Old Town district. Tessa had been given a simple robe to cover herself and a pair of sandals. The trusted servant and the two guards were silent the whole way.

Upon arrival Tessa was presented before the majordomo, a stern and busy woman who gave her a brief summary of the rules and expectations. Tessa was to obey everyone and not interact with other members of the household unless they approached her. She was supposed to keep herself faultlessly clean and well groomed at all times and be ready to serve the master in any capacity. Tessa felt her cheeks heating. It was clear what kind of slave she was. But she reminded herself that it was no more than she had expected all along.

A servant showed Tessa around the facilities. Her mind worked by habit and started taking inventory to create a mental map of everything. But she pushed the impulse down. Soon enough you will know it better than you ever wished, she thought to herself with annoyance. Her own room was small and nondescript. But it was clean and the narrow bed looked comfortable. With some surprise she noted that she even had her own mirror.

Then she was allowed to wash herself in the servants' quarters and was given a new set of clothes. They clearly signaled her one and only worth in this place. The sheer slave pants snuggled against her and accentuated the crack between her round cheeks. The thin fabric shifted with the swaying of her buttocks when she walked. Her breasts were held in place by a top which revealed more than it hid.

Then a servant informed Tessa that the master wanted to personally welcome her to his household. She was lead into his private quarters and the servant knocked on a door. A voice responded from the inside. "Let her enter and close the door again."

Tessa's eyes adjusted to the light of many candles and lamps. Heavy curtains were drawn to cover the windows. The room was fitting for his station with furnishing as rich as any she had ever seen on her more daring jobs around the wealthy parts of the city.

Rudi Barany was sitting on a large bed with his back propped up against pillows. A naked blonde woman who looked to be more mature than Tessa lay sprawled across his lap with her face down. Her bold curves glowed in the flickering light. He was absently fondling and squeezing her generous bottom without looking up at Tessa. The woman turned her head and met Tessa's eyes with a look of defeat. Tessa could only stare, both entranced and disturbed by the scene. Then he brought his hand down with a smack on a smooth asscheek. The sound snapped Tessa back to reality.

He looked at Tessa and spoke. "Welcome to my household little thief. I'm sure you have been taken well care of. This is Cassandra. She used to be the head of a minor noble house, but she was trading in some very illegal goods. Now she doesn't even decide over her own bodily openings. They belong to me." The former high lady had buried her face in the sheets again and she wimpered when he pressed a finger against her helpless ring muscle to make his point.

He continued without letting up the intimate massage that his finger was engaged in. "Me and Cassandra have been playing a lot together and she is starting to enjoy her new life." The whimpers turned to soft moans as he moved his hand to rub Cassandra's pussy instead, exposed by her parted legs. He spoke a final time to Tessa over the beautiful naked body giving itself up in complete submission. "You can leave, my pretty thief. Me and Cassandra will be busy for a while."

Tessa had no duties for the rest of the day. She started thinking again about everything that had happened. Why had this judge bought her himself? Her new master was clearly perverted through and through, and maybe he had just taken a fancy when she appeared before him. But why had the guards been waiting for her in the first place? There was something missing and she couldn't fit the pieces together.

Night came and Tessa was sitting in her room, listening to the cicadas buzzing outside her small window. There was a polite knock on her door. A servant told her to undress and come with him to the baths where the master was now relaxing. They made their way along the corridors of the quiet house, their steps muted by soft carpets. Tessa could feel the servant's eyes on her backside as she took the lead up a steep flight of stairs. But she knew with bitter certainty that only one man was allowed to savour her. Then they went down again in another direction before arriving at their destination.

Tessa was ushered into an intimate bathing chamber. The air was humid and smelled of scented oils. Her master was sitting in a pool with his back to the round edge, submerged to his belly in the heated water. It rippled as he shifted to look at her.

"My little thief! Come and join me." There was no escaping now. Trying to fight it would only make it worse for her. She walked slowly down the marble steps into the pool and sat down beside him. The water was very comfortable but she could feel her heart beating hard and fast.

"Don't be shy now, come closer." Tessa obeyed until their thighs connected beneath the surface. His skin was was warm against hers. He touched her and searched her eyes. His expression was softer now.

"You really are sublime. But there is no need to be so nervous. I'm afraid I have exhausted myself completely with Cassandra today. But you and me can still get to know each other a little bit better." He fondled her breast and leaned in for a kiss. Tessa was tense and uncomfortable. She forced herself to relax with an effort.

Soon he was tasting her lips freely. She closed her eyes and let him have his way, almost finding a comfort in the feeling of wet closeness. Their tongues played and teased. His hands were busy feeling their way around the softer parts of her body and even coaxing a finger between the folds into her tight slit. He grunted with pleasure and his voice was coarse. "You are so beautiful, and you taste so sweet. It's very fortunate that you chose a life of crime. Now we have all the time in the world to enjoy and explore each other. Don't worry, you will learn to love it as much as I do."

There was only room in Tessa's mind for the present, the kissing and petting, smudging of saliva, skin pressing against skin. She was determined to ride it out and he didn't take it further this time. The tingle in her body made it hard to ignore the little voice that whispered inside her, that maybe her master was right and she would be his willing lover, eager for the degradation. But deep in her core Tessa knew that she would never give up. She would be free and she would have her revenge.