Honor Among Thieves

Part Three – The Thief Lord’s End

(Non Con, Torture, Strangling, Impalement)

Myra strode through the shadowy corridors of the slums unafraid, after all this was her domain, even the King wouldn’t dare challenge her here. Still there was much on her mind, thanks to her conversation with Roland she was unsure for the first time in a long time. Could she actually kill Donavan? No, she was sure that he could be trusted, hot headed granted but he always had her back. I guess the next trouble was figuring out how to tell Donavan about the situation without him murdering her.

She sighed to herself starting at the signet ring on her finger. Why do things have to be so complicated?

Rounding the last corner on the way home she caught sight of the Thief Lord’s sanctum. Oddly enough the building was an abandoned temple for one of the old gods that was cast out when the empire took over. If she remembered right, it was a temple to Romus the death god, somewhat fitting considering the new inhabitants. The building itself being hidden behind back alleys and shadowy corridors made it the perfect place for the first Thief Lord to set up and it had been that way ever since. The temple’s main room was large with a statue to Romus in the center. It was decorated with bits of stolen jewelry and other offerings. Thieves tended to be more on the superstitious side so they left offerings just in case the old god still cared.

Making her way past a few of the guards she navigated the corridors until she found her lodgings. As she opened her door and walked in she heard a crunch, looking down she saw that someone had slipped a note under her door. Picking it up she recognized the signature as Donavan’s.

“This is either really bad, or good.” She said to herself, almost afraid to open the envelope.

Grabbing a knife from her belt she swiftly sliced through the top and removed the letter.

Dear Myra,

I would like to apologize for my behavior earlier, I know you care about me and just want what’s best and sometimes I forget that. If your able to forgive me would you care to have dinner later tonight? I know a wonderful place near the green square. I’ll be waiting for you at our usual meeting place half past eight.

Love, Donavan

Love? She thought to herself. Hmmmm maybe tonight’s going to be a good night after all.

She decided at that moment that she was going to tell Donavan everything. She always hated having to lie to him but it was necessary. Maybe if she explained things he would understand that he wasn’t the only one wronged by the empire. She clenched her fists the knuckles turning white as she remembered the day her daughter was taken, the same day she started doing the bidding of her majesty. She would do anything strangle the life out of him but as long as they had her daughter she had serve them whether she wanted to or not.

Pushing the thought aside she looked at the clock in the corner of the room, half past eight was about an hour and a half away, thinking about it a moment she decided she had enough time to clean up. Walking into her wash room she starting running water for a bath. After a few moments steam began to drift out the doorway. Heated baths were pretty much only owned by the wealthiest citizens.

The perks of being a lord. She thought smiling to herself.

Water ready, she walked into the wash room leaving her clothes behind, as she entered the fog filled room she passed a large stand up mirror, taking a few moments she couldn’t help but be turned on her own reflection. Sure the word vanity came to mind, but when you looked as good as she did you used it. Sometimes a few sweet words and flashed cleavage did as much as a dagger between the ribs.

Walking over to the tub she slowly lowered herself into the water a slight moan escaped her lips as the hot water ran up her body and over her breasts. Leaning back, she let her fiery red hair soak as the hot water soothed her scalp. Grabbing a wash cloth, she lathered with scented soaps and ran it down her well-toned frame. Years of running through the shadows had sculpted her body into a lean and fit work of art. Her skin was almost flawless, minus a few scars but she always thought that added a bit of mystery. Making her way up to her breasts she couldn’t help but giving them a little squeeze. Most woman usually desired something a bit bigger but she was happy with her b-cups, besides anything larger tended to be a liability on the job.

The intensity of the heat was radiating through her now creating an almost sensual effect. Thinking about it she did have a little bit of time before she needed to meet Donavan. Lowering herself down to her neck in the water her hand slowly migrated south as she lost herself to the ecstasy of the bath.

She was suddenly torn from her pleasure by the local clock tower chiming out eight times. She swore to herself as she mournfully leapt out of the warmness of the bath into the cool air. As quickly as she could she dried off and dressed. The outfit she chose wasn’t modest by far, with a skirt short enough to leave nothing to the imagination and a top that show enough cleavage to send most men to their knees she ran out the door way into the night.

In order to save time, she took a few shortcuts one of them being along the edge of a building’s roof where she sincerely hoped no one would look up, not because they might see her, but in her haste she may have forgotten underwear. Rounding the last corner with no incidents she hit the homestretch barely a few minutes ahead of time. She was in such a hurry she almost didn’t notice the faint sound of someone approaching from behind, before she could turn to react she felt a blow on the back of her head as her world became darkness.

When she Myra finally came too her head was pounding, the whole world around her felt foggy as she slowly regained her senses. The first thing she noticed was pain radiating from the back of her head. Trying to reach back and feel her wound she found that her arms and legs had been bound to a chair, furthermore it seemed someone had taken the liberty of gagging her so she couldn’t call for help. Fear began to manifest itself inside her as she grasped how dire her situation was.

What the fuck happened to me? Where am I?

She struggled for a few moments hoping to loosen her bonds, only succeeding in rubbing the skin around her wrists and ankles raw. Realizing that she wasn’t going to escape she for some clue as to who did this. The room itself looked dusty as if no one had set foot in there for years. Table cloths were thrown over the furniture to protect it from wear and tear. She was startled as it seemed one of the cloths suddenly began to rise into the air before she realized it was someone wearing a cloak.

“Finally awake are we?” Said the figure. “Did you sleep well?”

Step by step he came closer, every inch sending fire into her veins as her heart beat faster and faster. The man only a breath away now reached out towards her face, his fingers cupping her chin raising her eyes to his. The color drained from her face as Donavan started her down.

“Hello Myra, you look lovely this evening.” He said with a smile on his face.

She momentary forgot to breath. Oh god… Donavan why…

Unable to speak the best she could manage was a burning stare.

“Not much for words I see. I doubt I could trust anything a traitor says anyway.” He said.

Her face froze in despair. Traitor? He knew… HOW DID HE KNOW?!

“Oh don’t look so shocked.” He said walking behind her. “I had a little chat with your friend here.”

There was a rustle of cloth as something flew over her shoulder hitting the ground with a sickening thud. It took her a moment to realize what she was looking at. She started in horror at the head of Roland, fear frozen on his lifeless face.

R… Roland? She looked up at him pain in her eyes. What have you done Donavan...

“Oh I wouldn’t pity him. His death was too good for what he did to my wife and daughter.” He said before kicking the head across the room.

Wait, he what?? I didn’t know… PLEASE I DIDN’T KNOW She pleaded with her eyes.

She tried shouting into the gag hoping he would understand but instead all that came out was a muffled frenzy.

“What was that? Did you try to say something?” He said ripping the gag out of her mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t kno-.” She was cut off as his fist slammed into her abdomen.

There was a sickening thud as her chair slide back a few feet. She gasped, her face contorting pain. She only had a few moments to gulp down air before he shoved the gag back into her mouth.

“I’m not here for pity, I’m here for revenge.” His smile quickly borderlining madness.

His fist smashed into her stomach again, this time with enough force to lift her and the chair off the ground. As gravity kicked in she hit the ground with a thud, the chair shattering. The pain so intense she curled in a ball as blood and bile began to rise in her throat only to be forced back down leaving a burning sensation.

He spoke again, emphasizing ever few words striking her again and again his hands becoming slick with blood as he landed each blow.

“I TOLD YOU BEFORE” *Thud* “THAT I WILL GO THROUGH” *Crack* “EVERY” *Thud* “LAST” *Thunk* “PERSON” * Crunch * “TO GET MY REVENGE” Emphasizing the last phrase as he rammed his foot straight into her cunt.

Her moans of agony were muffled by the gag as she convulsed with each strike more devastating than the last. As he tenderized her body blood and vomit began to well in her throat unable to stop it this time and with nowhere to go it began soak through the gag and down her neck. It was getting hard to breath as she began to choke on her own fluids, her head becoming light from the lack of air. Sometime during the beatings her body lost control over her bladder causing a warmth to spread between her legs. Just when she thought it would go on forever the blows stopped. Her body felt like fire, every inch screaming in pain. Each minor movement brought bolts of agony shooting through her frame.

She began to panic as he pulled a knife out his belt slicing through through her clothes and bonds with no care for safely. Before he finished several large cuts were opened on her body causing blood to seep down her sides. Her naked body was now laid out for him several bruises were now visibly turning purple from the beating he gave her. The worse was her stomach which was quickly being coming a canvas of purple and red.

Her lungs were burning now unable to get the air she so desperately need her vison began to darken as she slowly suffocated on her own fluids. Suddenly aware of her face turning purple he ripped the gag out of her mouth once more, causing the blood and vomit to spew out onto the ground next to her as she went into a coughing fit trying to clear her airways. After a few moments color returned to the world as she greedily gulped down air. She didn’t even have the energy to stop him as he grabbed her face forcing her to stare into his eyes, the cold fury they radiated causing true terror to flood her being.

“I want to hear you beg for death as I give you the same mercy my daughter received.” He said one hand unbuckling his pants,

Please, stop… At least she wanted to say but it was too late.

Before she could protest he forced his lips on hers in an almost bestial frenzy. The shock causing her body to freeze as his hands began to savage her breasts. Unable to cope with the situation as her mind began to shut down. Soon however she was brought back with an icy shock as his member thrust deeper and harder than anyone had gone before, her body shuddered from the unwanted penetration.

“Uhhggggg” She moaned in agony. Not like this…

As he worked himself into a rhythm she could feel every thrust violate her, each one sending a wave of revulsion throughout her body. She had always wanted Donavan, but… not like this, this was wrong, she felt wrong every moment he was inside her. She tried to fight him but without the strength to back her efforts she slowly resigned to her fate, closing her eyes trying to block the feeling of disgust that welled from within. Suddenly she was aware of his hands closing around her neck as he continued to fuck her. Her eyes went wide as she felt her neck being compressed by his powerful hands. She tried to gasp for air but instead all she felt was fire as her lungs struggled unable to take a breath. Slowly she could feel her life being wrung out of her.

His eyes stared into hers cold and hating. Why… She though, her vision starting to blur. This wasn’t supposed to happen…

She was going to die. She knew it already but now she accepted and embraced it as her vision began to fail. She barely able to feel him inside as her body became numb from the lack of oxygen. At least the pain was gone she though as she began to lose consciousness. She vaguely was aware of a warm sensation in loins as he filled her with his seed but it seemed so far away as she took one last breath and let darkness consume her.


But it wasn’t over yet…

When she came to she gasped for air filling her lungs with precious oxygen. Her abused throat burned with each breath as she tried to make sense of being alive. Trying to move she found that she was once again bound, this time however flat on a table. She tried to look around but she couldn’t see anyone from her limited vantage point. Struggling she found that once again her bonds had been well tied, nothing less from her second she supposed as she resigned to wait.

Suddenly aware of approaching foots steps her heart began to race. What more could he do to her? She pushed aside the thought not wanting to know.

After a few moments he appeared above her, a knife in hand an unnerving smile on his face to accompany it.

I just had to ask… She thought, as her heart beat harder, threatening to escape her chest.

‘Why… Why am I still alive?” She weakly choked out, her throat still raw from the strangling.

“You haven’t begged yet, so were going to keep going until you plead for me to put you down.” He replied, his voice now infused with full blown insanity.

“You’re a sick fuck you know that Donavan.” She said

“Better than a traitor bitch.” He said before slapping her face.

“Do your worst.” She said, eyes blazing with rage.

“Oh, I intend to.” He said pressing his blade against her face drawing a bead of blood.

She wouldn’t beg she told her self over and over, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. At least, that was until he began to slice into her body. Her back arched as she gasped in a wordless whimper as she felt the knife slide like butter into one of her breasts sending hot stabbing bolts of agony throughout her body threatening to consume her. After a few moments he finished tossing the useless chunk of flesh away leaving her body a quivering mess as he began to work on the other one. This time she didn’t hold back as she let loose a guttural moan, her mind overloading from the pain.

As he finished with her other breast blood began to run down her sides. Her chest was wildly going up and down as she began to hyperventilate her body running on overdriving trying to cope with the pain. His blade now worked its way down her side cutting bloody furrows in her skin, her pain centers working overtime to keep up with every single cut and slice sending agonizing signals to her brain.

“Gyuaahhhhhhhh” She moaned unable to contain herself.

Slowly he worked his way south until stopping just below her waist…

Oh god, not there! “Please…” She begged. “No more… Just… Just kill me please…”

He shoved the knife deep inside, her face contorted in pain as he twisted the blade, defiling her thoroughly.

“GYYAAHHHGGG!” She screamed as fury momentarily overwhelmed the pain “FUCKING BASTARD WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, JUST FUCKING KILL ME, END IT”

“As you wish” He said casually walking to another table.

He walked back over caring a long metal spike about five feet long. “Do you know how they execute traitors in the empire?” He said inspecting the tip of the spear with his finger, a bead of blood forming where he touched it.

“No. No. No… PLEASE NOT THAT.” She begged tears streaming down her face now.

“Then you want me to keep going with the knife?” He asked a hint of perverse pleasure question.

“NO! … Oh god… Just do it… Just end it… Please…” She begged as her tears turned to sobs.

As he walked behind her she closed her eyes, her body tensed as she tried to ready herself for what would happened next. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of the cold hard spear entering her form behind. Her mouth was wide in shock as the pole made its way into her inch by inch until it stretched her anus to its limits and beyond as it ruptured unable to contain the iron girth. Blood began to drip down the length of the spear acting as a lubricant to hasten her demise. Finally, after a full agonizing minute the spear encountered its first barrier. She felt the tip stick into edge of her anal cavity unable to proceed. After a few moments of struggling he thrust the spear hard moving a whole six inches at once.

“Nyaaaahhhhgggggggg” The sudden and brutal movement cause her to scream in agony as her back arched, her body unable to contain the pain.

Hyperventilating again she gasped for air as felt the spear slowly ripping its way through her insides. As the spike moved forward displacing or piercing organs she could help but release whimpers of pain every few inches the spear progressed. A few agonizing minutes later the spear reached the second roadblock. The feeling of the metal rod being adjusted inside her caused her body to freeze in shock, unable to comprehend the foreign feeling. Sudden the spear having found its path thrust forward filling her diaphragm and entering her throat. Blood began to well and drip out of her mouth as her lungs cut off form oxygen began to tingle with pain. She began to gag as the remainder of the spear passed through her throat, her neck bulging from the effort causing her mouth to open wide.

There were a few moments of silence as she tried to comprehend the bloody tip of the spear staring her right in the face. Her body began to convulse as if it could expel the iron spear, instead all it managed to do was send wave after wave of excruciating pain though her body as she tried to will her body into dying faster. Why am I still alive… I HAVE A FIVE FOOT FUCKING SPEAR IN ME. JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE. As if to answer her question the familiar sensation of being suffocated returned as her lungs without air for a few minutes now began to burn in agony. Her vision began to blur as her body started convulsing again. After a few more moments the pain began to fade as her body shutdown. She barely noticed as Donavan grabbed her hand and cut off the finger with the signet ring, after she wasn’t going to need it anymore. After a few more shudders her body stopped moving.

As her vision darkened she had time for a last few thoughts. Finally… So this is dying… I just wish… I could have seen her… One last time…

As the light left her eyes there was only darkness to greet her.

Present Time


Something was wrong.

Donavan ‘s mind was foggy as he awoke, slowly opening his eyes the light in the room assailed him as pain erupted from behind his forehead. What… Happened? I feel hungover… but… I one had one… Sudden realization dawned on him. The drink! He tried to reach for the glass but his hands were slow and unsteady, all he managed to do was knock it of the arm rest sending it crashing onto the ground. After a few moments of labored thinking he finally put two and two together. I’ve been poisoned!

“That’s right.” Someone whispered from behind as if they could read his mind.

The figure walked around in front of him taking a seat on his lap. Donavan studied the cloaked stranger, it was a girl he was certain, she was thin and tall, with a hood covering her face. Slowing she reached up pulling the hood back causing curls of red hair to fall across her face.

“Myra? But I…” Wait a second… After a closer inspection he realized she was way too young and there were a few other differences.

“You’re not Myra… Who are you?” He said his voice calm.

“Close... but not quite.” She said with a giggle. “Myra was my mother my name is Aiva.”

To be continued in part four!