It is not a job for the faint of heart. It is however, very lucrative. I employed cunning and subterfuge and tactics learned in the four corners of the earth. Most of my competitors hired several assistants. I worked alone, that increased the risk but maximized the profits. In my home country I was a legend and a hero, everywhere else, an outlaw and a scoundrel. An outlaw and a scoundrel that many men sought to hire.
My most memorable job was a commission from a certain Satrap of Zafina. He was willing to pay me 30,000 credits for just the right Allinurian damsel. His requirements were exacting. Obviously she must be a great beauty of age. She must be high born or of the ruling class, she should be flaxen haired and blue eyed. She must be delivered unmolested to Satrap's palace so that he may assess her himself. If I found her before six moons passed, I was set to receive a nice bonus and my pick from the Satrap's harem for a week. Such money meant that I would not have to work for many many months and could indulge myself with the finest of professional women until my funds at last dissipated. It is a rewarding life but a dangerous one.
Zafina and the Kingdom of Allinuria are bitter enemies. The Allinurians consider Zafinans to be barbarous. They fear the military reach of the Satrap and his peers even though there is some distance between their realms The fact that Zafina men are permitted up to four wives and the satraps as many concubines and slaves as they can afford, horrifies the northerners who view it as an abomination. In the north a man is permitted just one wife. The countries worship different gods of very different characteristics and that causes much of the distrust and enmity between them. Those in Zafina are, in general darker complected with black hair and dark eyes, so that a honey haired, blue eyed, fair skinned maiden, as those from Allinuria tend to be, are much sought after.
Just one in the harem of a satrap can boost the entire value of his estate. A fine northern maiden to share will also cause the satrap's superiors to favor him and steer important political appointments or military contracts his way.
Currently the few Allinurian damsels come into the hands of satraps through marine corsairs on their raids. Few Allinurian women travel by ship and those that are captured are invariably soiled by lusty corsairs or wicked auctioneers before they pass into the hands of the royalty. The Satrap wanted a pure maiden he could train himself, one that had not developed a surly air after being groped and used by base men. For this reason this certain Satrap hired me, outlaw and scoundrel. He knew that I was very good at what I did, and since I only received payment upon delivery, the Satrap's risk was low. If I succeed he would be more than happy to provide my payment. Much like myself, the Satrap is a man of his word.
I had been scouting in the city of Ollina. The women there are known for their beauty. It is also on the Great River, making escape with my commission swift and immediate. I disguised myself as an Allinurian beggar. I am not as fair as the typical citizen of this country but my brown hair is not unknown in the southern reaches of Allinuria, my skin is light enough to not merit a second glance. I am a fair player of the pipe. I took up a regular position on the main thoroughfare and gazed at the many women who passed me by. Some were polite enough to venture close and deposit coins in my kettle. It did not take me long to find my target. A striking family passed by every day at about the same hour. They were all golden haired. The mother must have been at least forty but she looked a good decade or so younger. She was accompanied by a officious looking husband of average height and a bit of a stocky build, he had a noticeable paunch. Trailing them were three incredibly beautiful petite girls. All had long flowing honey hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were all dressed very well. The oldest of them prominently wore her citizenship badge. The resemblance between mother and daughter was breathtaking. I decided then and there that she was a bonanza that could not be passed up. I could perhaps double my money by supplying both mother AND daughter to the Satrap!
Using my apt skills I soon learned that the man was a local banker who escorted his children with his wife to school each day. I decided that it would be too difficult to abduct them from a public street so I focused on finding their home and learning its layout. It was not hard to locate their fine house near the center of the city.
When I want to be, I am invisible to virtually every eye. I spent a month observing the house and learning who lived in each room. The younger daughters shared a room on the second floor in the rear of the house. The daughter whom I sought, I learned her name was Della and she had just come of age, slept in a small room in the garret. By fortuitous circumstances a large tree in the front yard had branches that came to within centimeters of her window. The husband and wife, her name was Fiona, slept just below the daughter on the second floor in the front of the house. During my spying expeditions I had multiple opportunities to view both of them unclothed. The Satrap would be very pleased indeed.
Abducting two women at once was something I had succeeded at just one time before, but I had visions of the Satrap presenting me with enough wealth so that I would not have to work again. I could purchase a larger home and steal the woman I wanted to keep me company for the rest of my life. I had gone over the logistics repeatedly until I had everything worked out. It helped that the women were petite, carrying them out of the house would be no problem. I would steal the girl first in case anything went wrong.
Finally a moonless, foggy night arrived and my routine of practice runs was replaced with an actual performance. I made my preparations. Muffling the horse's hooves, I parked a small carriage in front of the house unnoticed. At this hour the family and all of its servants would be asleep. There was a guard but, as crime in this part of the city was especially low, he spent his evenings drinking and sleeping. My abductions no doubt cost this man his life. I felt no guilt, for had he done the job he was hired to do I never would have been successful.
Around three A.M I scaled the tree in the front yard with my gear. Two collapsible poles appeared just below the garret window, I shinnied over. The window lock was no problem. Silently I entered Della's room. She looked positively angelic. Another man might have had a pang of guilt. From my pouch I produced sleeping dust from far away Delonitz. It is manufactured there and is a closely guarded secret. A scoundrel such as myself finds closely guarded secrets an open book.
Using my blowpipe I sent a small cloud of dust just above her nose and lips. Reflexively she sneezed and then her breathing became deeper. Not even the sound of clashing armor could wake her now. Making sure the drug had had its intended effect I sprang into action. I lowered the covers to reveal her fine body clad in diaphanous fabric. I do not get side tracked but having her body powerless before me was quite heady. Her skin was fair and unblemished save for a row of freckles across her breasts and the bridge of her nose. Her breasts were well shaped and quite well proportioned for her frame. Her legs were a delight. Two enchanting pink nipples strained at the gossamer material. Through the fabric I could just espy her honey thatched box. I would have the Satrap's eternal devotion for procuring this woman alone. Regaining control of myself, in short order I had her gagged, hooded and completely immobilized. I was out the window, across the poles and down the tree in no time. Finding my carriage where I had left it I took a large sack and placed Della in it.
I returned to the home and entered as I had done before. I could have found the parent's room blindfolded. I was so silent that the family dog dreaming at the foot of the marital bed never stirred before I subdued it with a tiny puff of sleeping dust. This was followed immediately by blowpipe clouds above first the husband and then the wife. Neither so much as sneezed, they just drifted into wonderfully deep sleep. Apparently the husband had enjoyed his wife's favors that evening for both of them were naked.
Once I lowered the sheets, I scoffed at the husband's penis. Even engorged it looked no more impressive than the smallest of sausages. I was larger at age ten. I wondered how he kept a woman such as this happy. Then I remembered his wealth. For longer than I should have, I gazed upon the wife's lovely body. In some ways she was more enchanting than her daughter, maturity had given her a fine luster. Naked she scarcely looked a three time mother, there was just the slightest jiggle to her tummy. Her legs and breasts were almost finer than her daughter's. Her golden thatch had been trimmed to resemble a heart. A gift no doubt for the man who slumbered next to her. I wonder what the Satrap would reward me for this fine parcel of flesh. I found a blanket and wrapped the wife in it in seconds she was trussed up like her daughter. She was only a bit heavier on my shoulder.
I exited as I had entered, clambering across the poles with my booty like a nimble monkey mother joined daughter on the floor of my carriage. I walked the horse with his muffled shoes for several blocks before I slid into the driver's seat and fled towards the great river at a gentle, amiable gait. I would appear as some ordinary citizen on a night time errand. Had I sped away, as a less secure man would have, I might have attracted the attention of local constabulary. Well before dawn I was at the banks of the Great River where a skiff awaited.
I would take the river as far as Golath. There I would buy mules and take the Zafina Trail through the mountains to my Satrap's castle. Keeping the women behaved would not be a problem. Threats to one would silence the other and vice-versa. Somewhere along the way I would procure clothing for them, something simple that could be removed easily. I set the small skiff into the current and took a short cat nap. We were many miles down the river and well past dawn when I noticed that the sacks were beginning to move with purpose.
