Jailbrea

"We just need to demand his return."

"Nonsense! This is Tarngetch we are talking about, the only thing getting him out is us -- and lets be real here -- me breaking him out or us bribing them with more money than he's worth."

"He committed no crime, they have no right --"

"They don't need a crime to lock you up in this city! They don't care! The laws here are - the government does whatever it wants!"

"Well it shouldn't want to..."

"Okay you two, yelling isn't getting us anywhere." Phyne, ever the pragmatist, put herself between the two arguing figures. "While I hate to agree with Nifa, she's right, Terngetch isn't going to release him because we ask."

"Hate to agree with me? What's that supposed to mean? When have I been wrong?" Nifa said, crossing her arms indignantly. She was the smallest of the three. Short, lithe and dressed in dark leathers, she barely came up to either of her companions shoulders in height. Though she had distinctly more muscle than Phyne whose long blue robes could not hide the mage's lack.

Nifa had significantly less muscle than her shouting companion though, who was as broad as he was tall, with heavy gold plated armor that tried but failed to hide his massive physique. His size didn't scare her though, because he was a Paladin and thus inherently a complete idiot.

"Surely Phyne, you are not suggesting we actually break in?" The large Paladin sounded as indignant as Nifa, "I refuse to support any breaking and entering. It seems Nifa keeps forgetting, she is supposed to be serving her sentence with the church as MY indentured, NOT committing MORE crimes."

"Of course not Vartel, I am simply stating that normal legal recourse isn't an option here, we are going to have to come up with something else," Phyne put her small hand on the Paladin's broad shoulder in what was clearly supposed to be a calming manner.

"Ugh, this is useless," Nifa threw her hands up. "You two think of ideas. I'm going to gather more information."

Nifa was gone before they could protest. Ridiculous, both of them. If it had been anyone other than their fearless leader that had gotten themselves locked up, this wouldn't be a problem but Vartel refused to see reason unless Morden was the one reasoning. So they'd wasted all day arguing in circles over useless plans to free him and they'd still gotten nowhere.

Gather information... yeah right. She'd just convince Morden to tell them Tarngetch realized their mistake and let him go. Vartel would be unbearable of course. Probably get all superior, saying he told them so, that even Tarngetch wouldn't imprison an innocent man or something. Better than him finding out how Morden actually got out.

Ugh.

She was just so mad.

Nifa took a deep breath and started planning. She could sneak over the walls, that wasn't too bad. Just had to time the watch a bit. It was getting into the prison itself that might be tricky. There was only one door and it only opened when the prison was admitting prisoners, which unfortunately for Morden but fortunately for her was rather frequent. There were a lot of eyes on that entrance though. Perhaps she could dress like a guard?

Hearing footsteps, Nifa jumped into the branches of the nearest tree and scurried up a bit higher. It wasn't a guard though, just Vartel and Phyne walking towards the city gates. Vartel may not listen to anyone but Morden, but surely Phyne could keep him out of trouble for a single night?

She should probably hurry...

After her companions were out of sight, she jumped from the tree and ran through the woods towards the fortress city's outer walls. Massive, but made from old cut stones with worn grout. Easy enough to climb.

The sun was just starting to set, but there was still a fair amount of light. Nifa debated running around to the shaded side of the city wall, but she didn't trust Vartel to stay out of trouble that long. Surely she had enough time to at least watch the guards rounds for a bit...?

....

Fuck it. There weren't currently any guards on this stretch of the wall. That would have to be good enough.

Nifa jumped to reach a particularly craggy hand hold and proceeded to climb up the wall. She took more dynamic lunges than she normally would for speed. Her preferred climbing style was slow and silent but getting up before the next guard came in who knew how long overruled her usual caution.

She managed to pull herself over the wall, panting and sweating, just as a guard came out of the nearest tower. With one last effort, fueled mostly by adrenaline, she jumped out of the path and squeezed herself between two crenulations so he wouldn't spot her. He slowly marched closer. Each armored boot clacking against the stone floor as he marched.

Nifa, slowly and silently drew a dagger, made all the more challenging by her cramped position.

Clack. Clack.

Don't look this way...

The guard came into view, wearing shining metal armor emblazoned with the city heraldry. He stepped one... two... three... foot falls past... before turning his head. He had only a moment of wide eyed shock.

Nifa lunged, dagger in hand, onto the guard before he could even register what it was he was seeing. She wrapped her thighs around him and found a soft spot with her dagger, punching it in with both hands. She twisted her body to land under him so his armor would hit her instead of stone. He didn't even make a noise before he was gone. She however had to hold in a wheeze as his body hit her full force. Fully armored guards were heavy. Heaving and with effort she disentangled herself.

Shit.

Not any good places to hide the body. The armor was definitely way too big to use as a disguise too.

With a sigh, she hefted the guard over one shoulder and started dragging him back towards the closest guard tower. Hoping against hope she'd find a place to hide him inside. It was slow going; he was heavy.

Reaching the guard tower, she leaned her ear against the door to listen for guards inside. Just as she'd pressed her head to the wood, the door opened in and she went tumbling inside. Suddenly sandwiched between a very surprised guard on the floor beneath her and the larger body of the guard on top.

"Sorry about this," she weazed as she spun her knife around in her hand and stabbed up between two plates in his armor.

She shuddered to think how much time Vartel would have added to her servitude. Murdering city guards was quite a bit above breaking and entering, but what the Paladin didn't know could probably fill libraries.

Worming her way out from between the two guards she looked around. The guard tower was unfortunately sparse but there was a fireplace. With great effort she stuffed their bodies inside and closed the grate that kept out drafts, effectively hiding them from view.

She'd just barely finished when the guard house door opened again. She jumped behind it just as it swung and watched as the guard entered. Light on her toes, she snuck behind him but didn't strike. Instead she ducked as he thurned, silently shuffling to stay behind his own back. He only gave a cursory glance before heading for the other door. Which she spun behind as he opened. When he closed it behind himself she let out a sigh of relief.

She managed to avoid the rest of the guards as she made her way to the prison. She climbed along its roof to reach the entrance from above. When she reached its large imposing iron gates, it was solidly night. She didn't have to wait long for the town guards to carry a prisoner in to be admitted.

It was quite the commotion too. The prisoner was large, loud and struggling. There were a number of guards already pushing him forward and the gate guards rushed over to help. When the gates swung open, no one was looking her way as she swung down from the roof and climbed inside, staying high in the walls. Perfect!

Too perfect...

"This is outrageous! I have committed no crimes just as my companion has committed no crimes! I demand you release me at once and bring him to me." Vartel's loud boisterous voice filled the halls as he was dragged in through the gates after her.

If she didn't need both hands to wedger herself high into the wall, she would have smashed her face into her palms. Sure, she'd had a feeling he'd do something stupid but couldn't he have at least waited till morning? Was that too much to ask? The idiot.

She waited for the guards to drag him away and for the halls to empty before she dropped down and snuck along. Following the faintly echoing sounds of his protest down the corridors. At least he was loud.

When she caught up to them, the warden, a stern looking woman with a scar running down from her cheek to her collar bone and a whip hanging by her belt was taking great pleasure, it seemed, in stripping the Paladin of everything he owned.

"You cannot do this!" Nifa could hear Vartel yelling from behind the door as she climbed the walls again to wedge herself between them so she could press herself into the ceiling.

"I'm not foolish enough to leave you with anything you might use to escape," the warden replied. She sounded pleased, almost sultry. "Besides, you don't seem to mind too much do you...big guy."

Nifa had only a moment to be confused about what the Warden was insinuating before she saw for herself. The warden slammed open the door and pushed a now thoroughly shackled and completely naked Vartel into the hallway. Vartel looked, for probably the first time Nifa had ever seen, sheepish and it was clear why. With his hands manacled behind his back there was nothing to hide the raging hardon he was spouting.

It took more willpower than Nifa knew she had to not laugh out loud above them.

After the now strangely quiet Vartel was pushed down the hall, Nifa dropped back down and picked the lock into the room they had exited.

Oh she was never ever going to let him live this down. She was going to break him free and she was going to bring this up everytime he tried to be high and mighty from here until the end of her sentence... and probably beyond.

Grinning from ear to ear, she rummaged through the stuff they had taken off of Vartel. She couldn't really bring his weapons and armor to him. Too heavy. She could bring some of his other items though. She pulled out his Harold, which seemed to maybe have some magical effect. Knowing Vartel though he may just refuse to do certain magic with it even if it was entirely symbolic. Still it was easy to grab. As were his rosary beads. Not sure what else to grab, she slipped out and tried to catch up.

It was a bit harder to find him this time, as he wasn't yelling in self righteous indignation anymore. When she finally found him, the warden had already left. She snuck up on the guard nearby and made sure to take the time to knock him out rather than killing him. No good would come of Vartel hooting and hollering about it once she got him out of his cell. They still needed to get Morden... in fact the better plan would be to get Morden first but... she just couldn't pass up teasing Vartel in his current state.

Good plans, bad plans, none of it really mattered when something as delicious as Vartel, the king of all prudes, being delivered to her on a platter. It was looong past time for a bit of innocent payback.

She sauntered up to the cell door, spinning the keys she'd nabbed from the guard on her finger.

"Oh Vartel, how's that demanding they release Morden strategy working out for you?" She said in a quiet sing song voice, savoring the surprise as his gaze snapped up to meet hers. He was on his knees, chained down.

"Nifa! Thank Telmir! The plan was perfect, it's the damned city guard that didn't understand, now, release me from this indignity". On that final word he paused slightly, Nifa towered over him, her muscled frame making her appear more commanding than he'd ever seen her before. Vartel hardened and twitched reflexively.

"Oh I should have brought my sketch book, I'm telling everyone about it, and you can't do a thing, big guy. Maybe If you knock a couple decades off my servitude we can talk about keeping this our little secret... actually no, this is worth a few years of my time, big boy"

Nifa couldn't help but look at his erection, Vartel's cock was like Vartel, deliciously thick, in both senses of the word. She even felt a slight pang of desire before recalling how sexless he was. It was a tool of God, and probably hasn't seen any real action since before his oath.

Vartel's breathing quickened, and his cheeks began to turn a bright crimson.

Nifa decided to tease him before letting him loose. She let her gaze slowly and obviously descend his body. "Seems like you might be enjoying it, was this your plan all along?"

"Get yourself captured like an oaf, then have a strong woman come bail you out, sweep you up, take away all the pressures of your silly little faith and make it allll better" she recalled the warden. "Or perhaps you needed a little more... strictness".

She squatted down to make eye contact with him, she noticed his quickened pulse and flushed face, years of scheming allowed her to read most anyone like a book.

A Cheshire grin spread wide over Nifa's face, and she licked at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh Gods, surely not, Vartel? Vartel the pure, Vartel the chaste? Vartel who would sprinkle ash upon their gruel to rob themselves of the flavor, they would certainly not be Vartel the wanton, are you?". He needn't answer, as his body betrayed him.

"Tell me, what did they tell you to do at the seminary, when the hunger sets in? I know your lot always has tricks up your sleeves to make being alive all the more intolerable"

Vartel sheepishly replied "We, we would hold our holy symbol between our hands and focus until the impurities were purged from our soul.

"I'll do you one better, big guy, I think you're about to have a real religious moment".

Nifa dangled the strand of prayer beads before him, and said "this one?" to which Vartel gave a wordless nod. In a moment she disappeared behind him. Nifa was lithe, but Vartel was still surprised by her weight as she sat upon his back, resting her ass on his manacled palms and with some effort forced him flat unto the ground, straddling his hands and lower back.

"You've found yourself in quite the predicament Vartel, do you think you're EVER going to get the chance to experience what I could do to your body ever again? And isn't this the perfect alibi?" She felt his legs and cheeks quivering.

"And no one would have to know about this part. The capture, how I saved you, your inexplicable hardon, that's all going straight to the top, I think I'll have Yenth commemorate this in song, or better yet a limerick"

"But what we do next... now that can be between you, me, and maybe god if your master even cares to watch"

"What do you think, Vartel? Is Telmir a voyeur? Do you think in his infinite knowledge he's gazing down upon you from beyond the Firmament and seeing you jump through hoops to figure out how to justify a little fun.

"Or maybe you're from one of the sects that doesn't think there's any sin in a visit to the rectory? If you catch my meaning". Vartel was surprised at the knowledge of anything religious from Nifa.

"Well, I... I suppose you're right"

Vartel's erection was pressed into the cold, cold ground, not that he could tell, he had an inner fire which was ignited by a way out.

"And if Telmir didn't want us to, why would he make it feel oh so good, Vartel?"

And with that she placed her hands on the small of his back and slid them over his surprisingly toned ass, moving around in full plate has it's benefits she thought.

Nifa pressed the sides of his inner thighs apart, which utterly exposed Vartel to her, and she looked at his perfect pink rose bud.

"You know, I really wouldn't call you cute, but this, this is cute. You sure about this big boy?"

"Please, god's please"

She reached into her side pouch and pulled out a few of the potions she had swiped earlier. She looked closely at them and settled on one with a telltale waxy yellow hue, "a grease spell, how fortunate, perhaps Telmir really was watching over him!". Popping the top off the flask smeared it over two over gloved fingers, reaching down she traced a shining line down Vartel's crack and down to his asshole. She started by swirling the lubricant across the perimeter, and with the same seductive power of her words she traced circles, figure eights, and criss crosses over his delicate opening. Much like the man had his most intimate place proved to show some resistance, but all it took was some reassurance and time and he relaxed himself to her. Nifa slid a single digit into him, and felt him immediately bear down upon her. She began to pump her finger into him, which caused Vartel to groan, and with time he loosened to the point where she could get a second, which she pressed in with delicacy, and a slight turn to let him feel her from every inch. All the tension was released from his body, Nifa was in control and Vartel didn't need anything more than her desires, there was so much freedom in serving.

Nifa pushed in just a bit more, finding his glands and gave them 3 come hither strokes, filling Vartel with a preview of bliss, but in an instant she withdrew from him and picked his beads off the ground. Vartel had forgotten about what they meant, what they stood for, he bristled with excitement at what they had become. Nifa pressed the beads, two by two into his waiting ass until they were sunk up to the holy symbol of Telmir.

Nifa stood up and let Vartel rise to his knees. This was foreign but welcome, he writhed into different heights to push the beads round himself, he felt owned, and safe, cradled from within and ready to let it all go.

Nifa knelt down and tied Vartel's heraldry into a simple loop, and tied it off around his neck so she could drag him along like a pack animal.

"I think it's time we put you to work".

She slid off her pants and gave the crusader a moment to drink it in. As he was instructed to do he was looking at her toes, Vartel never thought twice about feet, but everything on Nifa made his heart skip. Her legs were toned and muscular, though her scars told the tale of a rough upbringing. His gaze rose up and settled on her panties, they were delicate and small, with a woven pattern that was elvish in nature, mixing geometric patterns over her slit with floral details ringing the outside. In this moment Vartel was far beyond any hope of keeping up the facade, he felt a squeezing pain in his belly, as his ass closed tightly around the beads inside of him. It was going to be a hell of a confession after this.

Nifa walked confidently up to the kneeling zealot, and said "I want to hear how much you want this, my apostle" and with that she reached down and in a moment of unfamiliar tenderness cradled the back of his head and pushed Vartel into her sex. Only a layer of gauzy cotton and the last of his commitment to his vow was between him and what he desired. He took in a ragged breath through his nose and her essence flooded his senses. She was sweat and salt, blood and leather, freedom and exile all in one.

Oh course he had wanted Nifa, from the moment the Holy Order assigned her as his responsibility, he couldn't help but keep an eye on her in more ways than one. As was standard he received a copy of her voluminous confession, thievery, fraud, robbery, all manners of violence, and of course a long list of the sins of flesh. Vartel recalled the nights he would retire early to his tent and consult the record. This was all above board of course, there was no sin in reading what the church gave him, right? He remembered the tightness in his chest when he reached the list of contraband she turned in. A magic pink quartz that vibrated with a command word, and a jade plug that she used to luxuriate in a deviant fullness. He imagined Nifa full up with only the dark green base of her plug peeking out from her ass, the crystal placed salaciously within her nether lips, grinding her hips into it as she stimulated herself to climax. He'd read and reread the sections detailing how she used her body to extract what she needed from guards, the men and women she bought the services of at the brothels to celebrate a fat payday, and so, so many impure thoughts. This was all information gathering, this was his role as a justicar to reform these criminals, he had a need to know, he told himself. The stroking of his cock, however, and the fantasy of servicing a powerful woman free from the strictures of oath, who took what she wanted, were both going to be significantly more difficult to explain to the church if he ever was found out.