Niftend Manor

Tine moved silently and stealthily through the dark hallways of Niftend Manor's east wing. It was a moonless night with the wide corridors of the manor only occasionally lit by the lanterns of guards on patrol. The thief kept herself to the darkest corners of the corridors.

The Midnight Guild had tasked her to steal one of the Gloves of the Artificer from Duchess Chabrier, the matriarch and current owner of the mansion. The Gloves of the Artificer were exceptionally rare and extraordinarily useful. With just a thought, the wearer was supposedly able to summon into their hand a spectral version of whichever utensil, tool or weapon they could imagine. Apart from the fact that they could only summon one at a time, the only limit was the user's imagination.

Tine moved through the halls, hoping for a clue as to where the glove was being kept. The client who hired the Midnight Guild had paid extra for it to be retrieved quickly within a couple of days; they also paid a lot extra for no further questions, and while Tine was a good thief who could improvise on the fly, she always preferred to plan ahead whenever she could. She always preferred heists to burglaries and with only a day to prepare, this job was a lot closer to being a burglary.

Her long brown hair was tied back, and she was dressed in all black. If she had more time, she may have tried to infiltrate the manor posing as a new maid or such, but because she had barely enough time to case the manor beforehand, slipping into the mansion through a window and simply taking the glove was her only option. The observations she made during the day were very limited: the manor was staffed by maybe two dozen servants and maids, many of whom had left at sundown and judging by the number present at the shift change, there were around a dozen guards on duty at any given time. Getting the glove will be a tricky prospect, but not an impossible one.

Tine kept her distance as she tailed behind two guards making their patrol through the mansion. Their two lanterns illuminating the hallway ahead of them in a golden glow as their armour and boots clomped across the tiled floor in heavy, rhythmic steps. Tine occasionally heard snippets of conversation between the two, mostly something about a dice game. They sounded young for watchmen, both were adults, still maybe only a few years younger than Tine herself, but in a fight even inexperienced guards can get a lucky hit. Sometimes that's all it takes to end a thief's life, so she avoided them altogether whenever she could.

The thief was trying to find a likely location where the glove would be kept. She knew very little of Duchess Chabrier beyond that she was able to inherit this Manor from her husband, and that together, they had some children who were probably fully grown by now. Tine hadn't been able to glean much more information from the locals in the inn near the manor, and she knew a beautiful stranger asking lots of questions the day before a heist was something people tended to remember when asked by an investigating city watch. Tine usually tried to keep a low profile, and used her wits and luck to overhear the information she needed. "Eyes that listen," was how she operated.

After another unsuccessful check of a room, Tine peeked from a drawing room back into the hall when she saw the light from a solitary guard heading towards her. She silently opened the door as the guard entered the room. Tine darted behind a chaise longue by the fireplace.

Something didn't seem right. Every guard patrol of the manor she'd seen so far was a pair that only patrolled the halls and not the rooms. The shadows cast by this watchman's lantern looked like they were originating from within the guard themself, plus the light itself seemed to be white and flickering instead of the golden and more constant lamplight the other guards were carrying. Most peculiarly, the footsteps this guard was making didn't have the typical stomp a large and armoured man over six feet tall would be expected to make. It was more like the clack of a stiletto or a high heel.

This was all enough for Tine, but the way the "guard" was acting in the drawing room truly confirmed her suspicions. He wasn't moving like he was checking the room was empty, he was looking over the walls, desk and drawers of the room.

He wasn't looking for someone. Like Tine, the guard was looking for an object or an item. He was looking for something. Tine had bumped into another thief.

Tine tried to think things out. She was fairly certain the guild wouldn't have sent two thieves on the same job without informing both of them and the Midnight Guild had enough pull around here to discourage any small or local gangs from attempting a job the same night the guild was operating. This "guard" was either an independent amateur, or someone going rogue. Neither option filled Tine with joy.

As the "guard" had his back turned and was rummaging through a drawer, Tine stood up and slowly crept behind him. She got close enough to see the telltale signs that this guard was actually someone using illusion magic. The folds in his clothing, the surface of his sword and helmet didn't catch the light like the real materials should do-- they looked duller and also almost painted on, almost like a toy soldier.

Tine maneuvered herself directly behind him, and breathed in his scent; instead of the expected mix of dirt, sweat and mead, Tine was surprised to smell a more flowery aroma. The "guard" was wearing perfume.

Unsure how tall this imposter was underneath the illusion, Tine tentatively reached around past the image of the guard to whoever was underneath. She felt something brush against her legs as her arm came around. She felt the front of the other thief, and her hand was met by a nest of frills and fine material. The other person seemed to be about her height, and she quickly raised it up and tightly over the mouth of her fellow burglar.

"Don't move, don't scream." Tine said, firmly gripping her hand over the surprised woman's mouth. "I only want to talk. Take your glamour down so we can see each other face to face. I also don't want any guards hearing us so be quiet. Nod if you understand."

The woman nodded, and Tine slowly pulled her hand away. The guard shimmered as he vanished, and what remained was a blonde woman approximately Tine's age, dressed in a white and pink dress which was an explosion of lace, frills and ruffles. Her hair was arranged in overlapping curls, and her face was white from makeup immaculately applied besides a smudge of her red lipstick. Tine looked at her own hand and saw a red streak matching the exact shade.

"Who are you and what are you here to steal? Don't lie to me, because I'll know." Tine threatened in a whisper.

"Me? I'm Lisette."

The stranger curtseyed in a well-practiced and smooth motion. "Well, I'm here for a mirror. The duchess has mine and won't return it so I've decided to take it back."

Lisette spoke quickly at a conversational volume. Tine recognised this woman's accent as one of nobility, the kind you get from an expensive education followed by expensive social circles. What most concerned Tine about her voice was how loud it was still being.

"Shh! Quiet! There's guards about!" Tine hissed. She already knew her night was going to be more complicated because of this woman, but in just a couple sentences, she could tell it was going to be irritatingly so. "Well, at least we're both not after the same thing. Judging how you picked any old room then started searching it, I'm guessing you don't know where your thing is either then?"

"Not exactly, no. It may be in the ducal chambers but Her Grace does also have a gallery where she displays some of her collection. Have you ever seen it? The high elven stuff is to die for, but the wood elf pieces are always a bit rustic for my tastes. You know, I was hoping my mirror might just turn up in here but alas, it wasn't the case." Tine was relieved that Lisette had at least started to try and keep her voice down, even though she wasn't exactly being curt in her response.

"Alright then, so you know Duchess Chabrier personally and have been here before, and I saw you could make yourself look like a guard earlier, so what other magic do you know?" Tine was hoping for any possible way this dilettante could turn out to be useful.

"Oh, I don't know anything like that sort of thing. I simply changed using this magic necklace." Lisette pointed at the pendant around her neck. It was quite plain compared to the rest of her clothing, but Tine recognised it as a Great Necklace of Illusion, something her guild handler's bosses used when meeting in person. But besides master thieves, very few people were suspected to have one in their possession.

"A magic necklace, anything else?" Tine did her best to play it cool. This rich girl had a magic item worth several hundred times Tine's annual earnings.

"Only a sac magique. It's handy, you know?" Lisette said, gesturing to her handbag. Tine's eyes widened. That kind of holding bag was able to carry several tonnes of anything with no effort at all as long as it could fit inside the entrance. It wasn't worth as much as the necklace, but who knows what this noblewoman had inside.

"You're carrying a sac magique, and a very powerful magic necklace on a burglary, that's very risky. What does that mirror you're trying to take back do? Taking two costly items like that on a job seems like an insane gamble, if you want my professional opinion."

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"Erm, it just shows you what you look like? Like your reflection?" Lisette answered in a confused tone.

"So is it worth much to you? Like an heirloom or something?" Tine could not figure out what to make of the blonde heiress.

"No, it's not that it's expensive, it's that it's my hand mirror, I want it back and the duchess refused to respond to my servants." Lisette answered matter of factly. Tine's questions seemed to be confusing and slightly irritating Lisette, whose face was scrunching up.

"You're taking a lot of expensive gear on this job for the sake of a mirror. If you were caught-"

"If I were caught, I'd speak to mummy, and she'd speak with the Lord Commander of the guards, and I'd soon be released" Lisette snapped angrily, forgetting their situation.

Tine kept her opinions on this to herself. She had a lot more to lose than a few hours spent in a cell if she got caught, and knew an argument right now would almost certainly get her into that situation.

"Understood." Tine said, trying to get back on track. "You mentioned the manor having a gallery. That sounds like a good place for us to both look. How about we go there now together and check it out? If the guards find one of us, every inch of this place will be searched so it makes sense that we stick together." Tine was an excellent thief, but terrible at getting people to listen to her; however she really needed this amateur to not get caught by anyone. Lisette was too much of an unknown factor to simply let her wander the mansion alone.

"Okay!" Lisette responded with a smile, her recent annoyance apparently disappearing in an instant. "The gallery is upstairs in the west wing. I think."

"I can get there no problem, but even with your disguise getting you over there might prove to be difficult. You've been lucky so far, and I've found luck has a habit of running out when you least want it to." Tine hadn't had much time to think ahead since she started talking to Lisette, and nothing beyond just getting the rich girl to agree to not ruin everything. "Say Lisette, how long can you hold your breath?"

"A while, I think. Why do you ask?" Lisette replied whilst playing with one of her blonde curls.

"If there's room for you in that bag, I can carry you inside to the gallery in just a short while. If you hold your breath that long, I should be able to get you there alive." Tine said as carefully as she could.

"Hmm, okay!" Lisette said after almost no consideration. Tine could barely comprehend being so carefree.

They placed Lisette's bag on the floor and opened it up. "Have you ever heard of anything living being put in one of these?" Tine felt like she had to be the one of them who considered the consequences because Lisette seemed to be incapable of having a single worry form in her head.

"Well my friend Melfia says she lost her precious dog Gwin in her sac magique a few weeks ago and she hears the poor thing barking from the inside occasionally." Lisette said in the cadence of a joke, but displaying no humour in her delivery.

"Alright, get in." Tine couldn't put it off any further. If they were both going to get to the gallery, she'd have to risk this stranger's life. "The name is Cal by the way," Tine lied.

Lisette stood into the bag and slowly descended down as it swallowed her up. Tine had assumed it would be like jumping off a height but the steady descent of the heiress's legs then body resembled the falling of a person under the influence of a slowfall spell.

"See you soon Cal!" Lisette said with a smile and a wave. It slightly rankled Tine that Lisette wasn't treating any of this as gravely as she should be doing. Still, Tine waved back.

Once Lisette's blonde head had disappeared into the bag, Tine looked inside. "Are you okay in there?" she called, hoping for a response.

"I think so!" a tiny voice came from inside the bag.

"I'll be as quick as I can." Tine closed the magic bag, picked it up and headed for the door to the hallway. She made a quick check of the hall before making her move.

There were a few distant guards as she travelled silently through the dark hallways east wing, but as she got closer to the manor's entrance hall, she heard the familiar trudging stomps of a pair of tired guards patrolling after midnight.

Tine saw the glow of their lamps down the long corridor of the west wing's ground floor. The thief darted up the stairs towards where Lisette had said the mansion's gallery would be. Tine really hoped Lisette had the location right, and would survive transit. Sure, the girl was an aristocrat, and Tine would steal everything the woman owned given half the chance, but that didn't mean Tine would keep her locked in a sack until she suffocated. Tine had a disliking for the rich and the gentry, but not enough to actually kill any of them, especially in a way such as that.

As she slinked through the corridor, Tine saw one of the doorframes had twice the amount of golden filigree ornamentation as the others. Must be the duchess's chambers, she reasoned. After passing a library and a music room, the thief made it to what must be a gallery. The walls were almost completely filled with portraits, and along the outskirts of the room were multiple display cases showing off jewellery and other rarities from this corner of the realm.

Tine opened the magic bag, placed it on the floor and reached in hoping to retrieve Lisette from within. She had no idea how it was supposed to work so did her best to picture the blonde heiress in her mind, hoping the bag would do the rest. She felt objects bounce off her arm as she rummaged inside, most were unidentifiable but she definitely felt the handle of a hairbrush before letting it go. Soon she felt a hand gloved in lace and gripped it as hard as she could and pulled. To her relief, the hand gripped back and Lisette slowly began to emerge from the magic handbag.

"That was quick. Are we there already? Well done!" Lisette said in a way that Tine couldn't tell if she was being patronised or not.

"Aye, this is where you told me to go. Be careful though, there's sure to be alarms or traps in here." Tine took a more detailed look about the room as Lisette lit a candle.

Standing in front of the far end wall, amongst the portraits and pictures was a large framed mirror on a stand carved in the high elf style. Far too big to be the hand mirror Lisette was looking for. The reflection in it had a small time delay and slight pinkish tinge, telltale signs that it was a magic mirror of some description; beyond that, Tine could only speculate. Magic mirrors were very uncommon, but were also very varied in their use. One could be used to travel between dimensions, or communicate with others over vast distances. Tine wasn't an expert in them, and it would be too large to move, even with a sac magique to hand, to get it to one.

Most of the portraits included who Tine assumed was the duchess Chabrier, an austere and serious looking woman, usually wearing large white-haired wigs that reminded Tine of a hay bale. Tine stared at one of them, this was the first time she'd ever seen the woman she was going to rob tonight. She looked stunningly elegant and attractive, and had a steely glare in all her portraits. Older portraits included the old Duke, a few decades older than the duchess with a bushy grey moustache that was typical of the upper classes a few decades ago.

As Tine began to check the cases near to her for a Glove of the Artificer, her attention was caught by Lisette opening one of them on the far end of the room, near the magic mirror. The thief heard a click and a mechanical catch releasing a spring,

"No! Wait!" Tine hissed.

Tine was too far away to help, and by the time she could even think about getting across the room to help Lisette, a release of pink mist had enveloped the rich girl's head.

Tine stopped. She knew if she went too close before it dissipated, she'd also be engulfed in the mist even before she knew what it did.

"Lisette! Are you okay? Talk to me if you can. What has it done to you? Are you in pain?" Tine was concerned for her fellow thief. The pink gas cloud had cleared but Lisette had some pink residue on her face.

"I'm good hehe, I feel... warm actually." Lisette's eyes were half-lidded, and her hands drifted to her breasts. "It's making me sensitive. Very sensitive," Lisette massaged her modest breasts through her dress.

"Okay, stay there for now. I'll figure something out." Tine's mind was racing. It was a relief that Lisette wasn't going to be harmed by the trap, but the heiress was already a burden to this job and now that she's been hit with some sort of aphrodisiac, she was now a massive liability. To add insult to injury, Tine noticed that the booby trapped case didn't even have the hand mirror Lisette was meant to be looking for.

"Try to resist it if you can. Poisons that affect the mind get worse if you give in to them." Tine slowly approached the rich blonde who was looking more and more aroused as each and every moment passed.

It was then Tine realised the large magic mirror was looking different to before. What previously had been a pinkish hue was more intense with other shades of pink and red swirling and ebbing all over its surface. Most alarmingly to Tine was her reflection wasn't where it was supposed to be. Instead of walking and being halfway across the gallery like she was, her reflection was kneeling only a few feet away on the other side of the mirror, and almost naked in a room that looked completely different to the gallery...

Tine halted. Her instincts were screaming at her to run and escape, but she couldn't stop looking at the doppelganger in the mirror's reflection, as the pink swirling patterns danced around her. Instead of her usual black padded armour, the reflected version seemed to only be wearing a few fine ropes that crisscrossed over her nude flesh, lifting her breasts and brushing her pussy and full brown bush.

The thief's reflection didn't seem to be paying any attention to the real Tine, the expression on her face was neutral, but staring dead ahead, almost like a palace guard. Her hands were palm down on her thighs, and now she was closer, Tine saw her hair was pulled back instead of just tied back

Tine tried to shake her head. She had moved closer without realising it at all. She remembered looking at her magic reflection, and all of a sudden she was halfway across the room closer to it with no memory of taking a single step. The pink patterns were growing more intense in her periphery, but she found she could only look at her double who was still obediently kneeling on her side of the mirror.

She could hear moaning to her side, along with the pulling and tearing apart of clothing. It sounded like Lisette was getting more affected by the aphrodisiac gas, but Tine was in no condition to help her. She was being drawn towards her own reflection, unable to realise when she was doing it. Before she knew it, she was directly in front of the mirror image of herself and now kneeling like her reflection.

Now she was close Tine could make out details she couldn't before. Judging by her hard, erect nipples, the version of her in the mirror was very turned on. Tine strained to move her eyes enough to glance down, the double's pussy was barely covered by the cord of rope that went between her legs, and Tine could see how wet she was from the way her pubic hairs matted together.

The double was breathing steadily, but besides that, and the occasional blink of her eyes, she wasn't moving, and she didn't acknowledge Tine's presence to the point where Tine doubted her double could even see her.

Tine felt her own nipples harden as the pink lights and shapes washed past her double into her own vision. The reflected room seemed to be laid out differently to the gallery, and through the pink fog, Tine thought she could make out a large bed.

She knew on some level she was in a trap, but she simply couldn't make the connection in her mind that she needed to escape it. She wouldn't move. Instead she continued to study her counterpart's body as the hypnotising lights slowly increased her arousal.

The doppelganger had been sweating, and Tine could see a few pink patches and red lines on her skin. Judging by the wetness of her pussy, whatever it was that had been done to her, she had clearly enjoyed it. Tine looked closer still, this woman in the reflection was her exact double, Tine even recognised a bruise on her knee that she got a few days ago in guild training. Tine couldn't discern much from her reflection's face, who was staring forwards with a mostly neutral expression, but with a small hint of alertness about it, like she was listening for something.

Tine let out a tiny moan. The thief was becoming more and more horny thanks to the pervasive effect of the mirror's pink lights, she was growing increasingly jealous of her reflection. The way she was on display, the way she was obediently kneeling with her palms resting on her thighs, the way she looked like she had been fucked whilst Tine was still fully clothed, growing increasingly horny and still finding herself unable to move.

She wasn't thinking about escaping anymore. She wanted to cum, and it didn't matter which way she did it. Any attempts to move her hands proved useless, as did any time she tried to move her mouth and call out to Lisette. She could no longer hear the posh woman, and had no trust in the ability of her to mount any sort of rescue. Lisette however, did have a mouth Tine could use, an arse she could spread, and a pussy or cock Tine could enjoy. The pretty heiress could put herself underneath Tine's thighs and lick her pussy whilst Tine kept looking at the magic mirror. Lisette could give Tine the release she needed.

As if on cue Tine saw some movement in the mirror. A mirror version of Lisette was completely nude and on a blue leash being held by an elegant older woman with short blonde hair, dressed in a nightgown. The woman led Lisette from what Tine could make out was a large bed. Tine recognised the woman from the paintings hung all around them. She may not have been wearing the same gowns or powdered wigs but her high cheekbones and haughty demeanour were unmistakable. It was the Duchess Chabrier.

The doppelganger of Lisette knelt wordlessly next to Tine's mirror counterpart, her makeup was smudged all over her face, and had seemed to have received the same treatment Mirror Tine had, judging by the redness of her behind, and how moist her completely shaved pussy looked between her legs.

Once she was in position, and kneeling besides Mirror Tine, the leash around her neck transmuted into a mass of blue light and floated into a red glove being worn by the duchess. Tine watched it for a moment and she half-remembered that there was something important she was meant to be doing with a magic glove, but this memory faded when she saw the blue light reform into a riding crop.

Tine couldn't hear as Duchess Chabrier gave the crop a swish in the air to gauge its balance and weight. She slowly drifted it directly in front of the mirror versions of Tine and Lisette's eyes. The original Tine watched in anticipation. If only she was able to move her mouth, she could have begged to switch places with either of them. She was desperate to fuck and be fucked.

Inside the mirror, the duchess rubbed the image of Tine's arse and readied the crop to strike. The real Tine was locked and could only watch as she pulled back her arm.

Tine watched as the mirror tipped backwards with a loud crash. The mesmerising pink lights that had gripped her in place had gone and she began to recognise her surroundings again. She was in the gallery still and kneeling in front of a toppled mirror. Next to the mirror stood a very unsteady Lisette who had torn the front of her dress open revealing a modest pair of perky breasts, one hand down the front of the ripped dress masturbating as she stood with her knees bent inwards. She hadn't noticed Tine or the mirror and seemed to have only knocked the mirror over by accident as she needed something to lean on as she fingered herself.

The thief shook herself, stood up, and grabbed Lisette's other hand and ran for the door. They needed to get out of the gallery immediately. Tine didn't know what alarms or other traps might be activating and wasn't staying around to find out.

Tine pulled Lisette down the long corridor of the west wing back towards the manor's entrance hall. The heiress seemed unsure where they were and was dragging her feet. Aware that guards could be coming down the corridor at any moment, Tine yanked Lisette into a dark room and closed the door behind them.

Tine's brown hair was falling into her face, and she could still feel so many of the effects of the pink mirror. She was desperate with need, but felt she had to check on her fellow thief, even though the blonde was the reason they were both in this mess.

"We should be safe for a little while here. Lisette, how are you feeling?"

Lisette's eyes gained focus as she looked at Tine. A flash of recognition, followed by a grin, before she pulled the thief in for a kiss.

Tine instantly melted. The relentless horniness from the mirror, and the taste of pink aphrodisiac on Lisette's lips, was too much for her to resist and she surrendered to Lisette's touch immediately. Tine felt her lips tingle and grow more sensitive. The thief briefly thought about how Lisette must feel after being completely showered in the stuff. This notion left her as she kissed Lisette harder.

As Lisette's tongue danced with hers, she felt the buttons on the front of her trousers become undone, and a lace glove reach into her underwear.

Tine wasn't in the mood for careful undressing, and ripped what was left of Lisette's dress asunder until it fell down her legs onto the floor leaving the blonde in nothing but her white panties, gloves, necklace, silk stockings and high heel shoes.

Her trousers slipping to the ground and still locked in a kiss, the thief pushed Lisette into a wall as she drove her fingers into the shaved bald pussy of Lisette who mewled with pleasure. The rich girl rode the thief's rough fingers for a few moments before returning the favour as her uncalloused fingers went down to the thief's vagina and clit.

The two thieves' mutual masturbation intensified and intensified as they stroked each other with more and more desire. Neither able to get a hold of themselves after falling into horny traps in the gallery.

Tine continued her rough fingerfucking of the rich blonde as she broke the kiss to lick and suck on the heiress' nipples and small tits. The change in sensation made her head loll back as she mewled with pleasure again.

Lisette had stopped rubbing Tine's clit, and suddenly was trying to get Tine to stop too. Tine was confused, but came to her senses enough to see that in the gloom, Lisette was urgently trying to get her to look at the door of the room they were in.

Tine was well-practiced at making things out in the dark so instantly knew what she was pointing at. Although the colour couldn't be made out in the dark, Tine's eyes were able to see intricate carved patterns in the doorframe just like they saw on the door to the duchess's chambers.

A light glowed behind them, and the doorframe lit up with the golden filigree. A woman's voice calmly purred behind them from the other side of the room.

"And who do we have in my room at this hour?" Tine turned around and recognised the Duchess Chabrier from the mirror and her portraits. She wasn't wearing any of her platinum white wigs, instead she had short blonde hair exactly like what Tine had seen in the mirror. She slipped on a red silk nightgown and strode towards the two thieves. Even with the door behind her Tine felt trapped. Lisette looked like she was feeling the same.

"Hello mummy," Lisette said to the duchess.

"Hello poppet. Be a dear and lock the chamber door and bring the key over here, would you?" Duchess Chabrier replied with a slight smirk.

Still mostly naked, Lisette turned the shining key and did her best to avoid her mother's gaze as she silently handed it over to her, then stood to the side. The oblivious party girl, who had so far verbalised almost every thought that had come into her head, had gone away in an instant, leaving behind a cowed and subdued young woman.

Tine's heart was pounding so hard she could hear her own pulse in her ears. She knew she needed to do something, but could only stare at the duchess as Lisette moved past her, then locked and closed off their best chance of escape. She was, however, aware she was still not wearing any trousers, and also tingling with need after her brief, horny encounter with Lisette.

"And who do we have here? What do you do?" The duchess keenly looked Tine up and down.

"I'm Tine. I'm a thief." Tine was alarmed as she found herself unable to lie to the duchess.

"A thief? At least you're a pretty one. If you're a thief, Tine, why are you in my room in a tryst with my daughter at this late hour?" The duchess said with a smirk, clearly already knowing most of the answer and toying with Tine.

"We were in the gallery and Lisette set off a trap." More truth flowed from Tine's mouth. She couldn't shut up. Still buzzing with horniness and unable to lie to the duchess, Tine was hoping she could buy some time by dragging the conversation out where she could. Eventually, she might be able to gather herself enough to resist and escape.

"And which trap was that?" Chabrier purred. Tine tried her hardest to resist the mirror's effects, but her eyes kept being drawn to the duchess' cleavage peering over the top of her low nightgown

"She got doused in pink powder. It was some sort of aphrodisiac." Tine felt her resolve slip as she imagined herself sucking on the duchess' tits.

"Is that what also happened to you, my thief?"

"I was stuck staring into a mirror."

"A mirror? Oh my! Was it something like that one, perchance? It's actually a matching pair. And what did you see in it?"

Tine looked where her captor was gesturing. It was another large mirror on a stand that looked identical to the one in the gallery, down to the same pinkish sheen. Tine looked across the room and recognised the large bed she saw earlier in the mirror. The room her double was kneeling in before was the room she was in right now.

"It looks like the same mirror, yes. I saw myself kneeling in front of it. I then saw you leading Lisette with a leash made by the Glove of the Artificer, the object I came here to steal. Neither me, nor Lisette, seemed to have control of ourselves. It was all you." Tine felt herself slipping again.

"Oh that's what you saw, was it? Isn't that interesting. And what did this mirror me do next?" Duchess Chabrier walked over to her large elfwood bed and beckoned Tine to follow her.

"You were going to whip us." Tine walked slowly to the bed. She was beginning to feel more in control of herself again but couldn't stop herself from moving towards the duchess.

"Going to?" I'm not a woman of idle threats, what could've possibly stopped me from whipping you or my Lisette's delectable behinds?"

"It was Lisette. She fell into the mirror and knocked it down. It interrupted the spell enough for us to get out of the gallery."

"So my wagtail of a daughter is to blame as to why you're not wholly devoted to me yet?" Duchess Chabrier shot a glance at who Lisette was looking down at the ground to avoid her mother's gaze. "No matter however, I have just the thing to finish the job..."

Duchess Chabrier went to a jewellery box and retrieved a ring with a small but well-cut rose pink jewel inset into it.

"You see, my thief, for all your talents, skills and years of experience in thievery, I only need to buy something like this, and that is enough to bring you to heel."

Tine watched as the duchess put the ring on. A faint pink glow flashed the entirety of the aristocrat's body. Tine wanted to run away more than ever, but still couldn't get her legs to move.

"First of all, you look silly there with no trousers. Take the rest of it off." The ring's glow returned and Tine felt herself wanting to comply.

Tine felt her limbs move by themselves as freely and fluidly as they would normally. The padded thievery armour came off revealing her round, full tits and a smattering of both new and old scars on her body and arms.

Tine felt increasingly like a prisoner in her own body as it moved to Chabrier's will. The horniness she had felt from the mirror had returned even stronger. What was making things worse was seeing the duchess in the flesh, her harsh blue eyes framed by fine cheekbones and short blonde hair.

The brunette thief could only move when ordered to by the duchess; she wanted to regain control but the memory of looking in the mirror, and seeing Chabrier lead Lisette around nude was at the front of Tine's mind, and it was turning her on the more she listened to the duchess. The hornier she got, the harder it was to resist the duchess's words..

"Come here, my thief, and stand still while I have a good look at you."

The order from the duchess was too much for the thief to resist. Tine moved unthinkingly beside the bed where Chabrier was standing.

The heiress held the glowing ring on her hand up to Tine's face, causing a sexual sigh to escape the thief's lips.

"That's right, my thief, drink it in." Her attention was caught by Tine's glistening pussy. "Oh my goodness, that daughter of mine really excited you. Did she make you cum, my thief?"

"She didn't, Duchess. Please may I cum, Duchess?" Tine blurted out. Despite knowing on an intellectual level that she was in danger, she still couldn't bring herself to defy the Duchess, and all she could think about was how much she needed to cum.

"Mmm... not yet, and it's not 'Duchess', you need to say 'Your Grace' when addressing me," The duchess teased. "There's still other things I need to teach you, my thief." She turned to her daughter and held up her ring, "Lisette, come here and show your friend how well you masturbate."

"Yes, mummy". Lisette's heels clicked as she glided across the room onto the bed. She pulled her white panties aside and started stroking her slit in circles with her fingers.

"She has a bit of a rebellious streak, but when she's here, in front of me, she's one of the most obedient sluts I own." The duchess said to Tine, making sure her captive was watching the whole show.

Tine stood and looked on enviously as the younger blonde pleasured herself. She had already got into a rhythm as she continued rubbing her clit causing her breathing to get more and more irregular.

"You're enjoying this, my thief." Duchess Chabrier glanced two fingers across Tine's bush and slit, gathering some of her juices before pushing them into the helpless thief's mouth.

"Mmmm!" Tine didn't know if it was the taste of her own pussy juice, or the actions of the duchess that caused her to moan, but she was desperate for more of the duchess's touch.

"Please, Your Grace. More, please!" Tine was facing the fact that her ability to move and her ability to cum, were entirely at Duchess Chabrier's whim now.

"Begging already? I expected more from you, thief. Well, how about we watch Lisette for a bit longer instead?" Chabrier possessively handled Tine's breasts and arse. The duchess was in complete control and they both knew it.

"Lisette, be a dear and cum for Mummy, would you?" Lisette obediently sped up her masturbation on command from her mother.

Tine felt sharp pain as Duchess Chabrier's nails dug into one of her breasts. Tine's hands remained at her sides as the Duchess continued to prove her point that the thief was completely at her mercy. Chabrier stopped teasing Tine's slit and instead struck the fleshy right cheek of Tine's arse with a slap that echoed throughout the room.

"Nnnnhhhn!" As she moaned, Tine's gaze met Lisette's, as the blonde heiress was creeping towards orgasm, her hands feverishly attempting to crest herself over the edge. Another slap was delivered to Tine's arse.

Tine winced with more pain as Chabrier delivered yet another blow to her arsecheek. It felt different to the other slaps the duchess had struck her with. It hurt a wider area than Chabrier's bare hand.

"Ahhh!" Tine cried out as Chabrier clawed again at Tine's breast, her hand now in a red glove. In her other hand she waved a blue paddle-like implement in front of Tine's vision before swinging it behind her and crisply striking her buttock. Tine was only just recovering from the strike when Lisette rolled her head back and came with a judder.

"I bet you don't think it's fair, do you?" Duchess Chabrier teased. "She gets to cum for me and you still haven't cum once yet," the duchess turned to Lisette. "Don't stop just yet, sweetie. Cum again for mummy." She struck Tine's arse once more.

"Nmnnnggg! Let me cum!" Tine demanded through gritted teeth.

"I don't like that tone, thief. You still seem to have a bit of spirit. I'm going to look forward to owning it for myself." The duchess brought the paddle down on Tine's throbbing arse again. "Tell me, thief. Who do you hate more? Is it me, or is it my daughter who has had all that attention and all that pleasure that you've been denied?"

"B-but..."

Tine could no longer keep her thoughts in order. She watched helplessly as Lisette's whole body shook with another orgasm. Her hips shaking as aftershocks pulsed through her.

"Please..."

"Cum again, Lisette." Lisette weakly looked into her mother's eyes. Seeing how serious the duchess was, she paused only a moment before remasturbating herself. "You see, thief. She's so very obedient. She must be getting sore now, but when her mummy tells her to do something, she does it. You must be so jealous of her. Are you jealous of my daughter, thief?"

Tine wanted everything Lisette had. She had previously only wanted her possessions and the multiple opportunities a noble of her station received, but Duchess Chabrier had shown the thief that Lisette was squandering even more than that.

"Yes, Your Grace. She is not worthy of the gifts you have given her, and I would do anything to exchange places with her."

"Good. Then fuck each other."

Lisette barely had a chance to look up before Tine was upon her. Tine pounced onto the duchess's bed and soon had the heiress's mouth under her pussy as she pinned Lisette down and began to grind.

Tine shuddered as she finally got the deferred pleasure this rich idiot was keeping for herself. Lisette was good enough to lick some of Tine's pussy, as the thief brought her coarse mound and slit all the way across the blonde's pretty face.

The thief had a few hate or anger-fuelled fuckings before. A rivalry with a Midnight Guild member that turned physical in an unexpected way after a few late drinks turned out to be tainted with nymphroot. Another instance where both Tine and the tavernmaid she was seeing, found out the other had cheated, but both kept the argument to themselves until after they next fucked one another.

Neither of these had the bitter intensity, or passionate hatred, that Tine was showing towards Lisette. Tine was enjoying grinding her pussy and clit against the contours of the woman stuck beneath her. She lowered her pussy as far as she could over Lisette's mouth, taking the young woman by surprise, and forcing her to briefly struggle as she tried to gasp for air.

A cruel short chortle left Tine's lips as she remembered how concerned she was a short while ago that the heiress would be able to breathe when Tine transported her in the magic bag.

"Good. Now hurry up and cum, my thief."

Tine felt a weight she hadn't even been aware of lifting from her. The permission the duchess had given her made each deep roll of her hips over the duchess' daughter's face feel like lightning across her whole body.

Along with the intensity, Tine's sensitivity grew and grew to impossible levels, to the point where she could swear her clit was able to distinguish individual pores and fine hairs on Lisette's delicate face. Soon enough, it was far too much for Tine, and she came with a jolt that felt like she might've lost consciousness for a moment before recovering and remembering she was still on the bed with Lisette.

"Very good, my thief. Now, let's see what you do about this."

Duchess Chabrier removed the red glove from her right hand and dismissively threw it at Tine, who was still on her hands and knees on the bed, next to a prone and exhausted Lisette. The Glove of the Artificer bounced off the thief's chest falling onto the bed.

Even after all the magic and aphrodisiac gas affecting her, Tine was still a good thief with a good imagination. She had been sent to Niftend Manor to steal the magic glove, whose only limit was what your own mind can conjure up, and now it was in her grasp. All she had to do was use it to escape. She could turn it into a sword and fight her way out, a skeleton key to open the door, or a hooked device to climb out of the window.

Tine knew exactly how she wanted to use the glove. A clear and whole image formed in her mind as she placed it on her right hand. A rush of magical power tingled up her entire arm. The surge of blue energy flowed down to her waist and between her legs before extending out several inches like a phallus before corporealising.

"Oh! A Strap-on you say!? And where are you going with that, thief?" Duchess Chabrier asked in mock curiosity, as Tine held it to Lisette's face.

Lisette unflinchingly sucked at the blue cocklike object as Tine admired her handiwork from the grinding. The beautiful heiress's face was now drizzled in the thief's girlcum and her makeup was barely recognisable anymore.

Lisette greedily throated the fake penis with abandon as her mother slinked behind her. Tine braced herself to hear another loud spanking, but instead she heard wetness and a gagged moan, as Lisette's rhythmic sucking was thrown off by her mother fingering her from behind.

Lisette's eyes met Tine's as the blonde recovered her rhythm and resumed her felating of the blue cock. Tine was enjoying the view of the annoying heiress, and the power the thief now had over her, but between the moments where the rich girl closed her eyes in pleasure, Tine thought she could see pity in the woman's eyes.

Tine fucked Lisette's face harder. She wasn't feeling much herself from the thrusting, but she couldn't stand that even as she facefucked Lisette, the heiress still looked down on her.

Her resentment grew even more as Duchess Chabrier's skilled hands coaxed another orgasm out of her daughter, who groaned in muffled pleasure as Tine drove another thrust into the back of her mouth.

"Get onto your back." Tine ordered. Duchess Chabrier grinned as her daughter complied before receiving Tine's strap-on into her pussy. The duchess was now undressed, and her unblemished creamy skin looked almost holy compared to Tine and Lisette's, who along with Tine's already scarred body, were both sweating and red from the duchess' rough treatment.

Tine slid the member into Lisette's dripping cunt, eliciting a lustful groan from Lisette as she lay supine on the bed. The thief savoured the sight as the duchess, barely breaking eye contact with Tine, lowered her own cunt onto Lisette's face and mouth.

"Lisette, show my thief here how you lick your mummy."

Tine was transfixed by the incestuous scene and stopped her thrusting to watch the noblewoman get pleasured by her own daughter. She'd felt Lisette's expert tongue on her own cunt, but her mind was racing at how used to each other they were. How Lisette knew where Duchess Chabrier's favourite spots were, and how she wanted them to be played with.

"You've stopped... thief." Duchess Chabrier said accusingly between breaths. She held her ringed hand to Tine's face as another pink glow washed over the brunette.

"I... yes, your Grace." Tine lifted Lisette's legs up and restarted her driving of the strap-on into Lisette's hairless pussy. The motion from the fucking wasn't enough to put Lisette from the licking of her mother's folds. Soon Duchess Chabrier leant back in ecstasy, caressing her own breasts and nipples, as her daughter's tongue brought her over the edge.

"Mmm. That was nice, sweetie." Duchess Chabrier purred to Lisette underneath her as she basked in post-orgasmic glow. "Keep going, thief. I have a fun little idea." she said to Tine as she climbed off Lisette.

Tine felt the danger of staying but couldn't bring herself to leave, and couldn't bring herself to stop. Lisette was now just in her white stockings and necklace that hung limply from her neck onto the bed.

Duchess Chabrier returned and leant over and whispered something to Lisette that Tine couldn't make out. She got onto the bed and maneuvered herself behind Tine as the brunette continued to fuck Lisette.

"Keep going, thief." She said as she slid something hard and slick into Tine's arse. Tine gasped as her hole filled. She felt ample tits brush against her back and realised it was Duchess Chabrier who was filling Tine anally with a strap-on of her own.

Tine exhaled as the hard fake cock pushed further in. She felt the duchess's hips thrust into her arse which then drove her strap-on into Lisette's cunt. The Duchess built up to a steady speed, gradually pushing into Tine and Lisette further every time. Tine moaned harder.

"I know what you're thinking, thief. But this is just the first part." The duchess said as she reached around and possessively grabbed at one of Tine's breasts.

"First... part?" The sensation of her arse being rammed felt too good for Tine, and looking down at Lisette's as she was getting her pussy filled was turning her on almost as much.

"Just watch Lisette, thief." Tine could hear the anticipation in the duchess' voice. "Go on, Lisette."

Tine felt another long thrust deep into her behind as the pendant on Lisette's necklace glowed. Tine had forgotten all about the Great Necklace of Illusion that Lisette had used to disguise herself. Lisette shimmered away and was replaced by the image of Duchess Chabrier.

"Your Grace!"

Tine was overwhelmed. Her rear was being pounded by the duchess whilst in front of her she was fucking the the very same duchess. She reached out to grab one of the illusory breasts, but her hand went through the image to Lisette's more modest chest.

"I wonder if that made you closer or further to cumming again, thief." The original Duchess Chabrier whispered into Tine's ear. "How about this? Lisette, sweetie. Change again for mummy."

The image of the duchess on the bed whilst Tine fucked her shimmered and was briefly replaced by Lisette before changing again. Her new form was brunette and physically toned with a lithe body that was dotted with the occasional scar. Tine flinched as she realised the new form for Lisette was Tine herself. This particular shock was cut short as Duchess Chabrier drove her strap-back into Tine's arse again.

"There we are! How does that feel? How does it feel to fuck yourself?"

Tine looked down at her double. She was suggestively sucking her fingers of one hand and rubbing her clit with the other was the real Tine fucked her pussy. Tine obviously knew it was Lisette, but found herself jealous again. She felt like she was going to let go like her double did.

"I can tell you're still conflicted, thief. I'll tell you what is going to happen, I'm going to make you cum and that'll be the last of your resistance to me. How does that sound?" The playfulness had gone from Duchess Chabrier's voice. This was a statement of fact.

Tine was agog, but what thoughts she had left were expecting the duchess to change position. Instead she ploughed her strap-on deep into Tine's hole.

"Y-you ahhh! Noo! You can't!"

Tine's insides felt full as she arched her back in a reflex. The sensation began to feel like a warmth spreading from deep within her belly.

"There's that conflict I was talking about. Don't worry, I'll fuck it out of you."

The duchess withdrew the fake cock from the thief's arse. Tine sighed at the brief respite. Glancing down in front of her she saw Lisette had changed back into Duchess Chabrier. As she was getting used to the new view in front of her, the real duchess speared her insides again with the strap-on.

"I wonder which of us you will be looking at when you cum, thief?" The duchess continued to ram deep into Tine's arsehole, each time she pulled her hips back Tine felt empty but each thrust inside her hole, she felt more full than she ever felt possible.

"Will you cum looking at yourself, my dutiful daughter or I?" Tine heard the original duchess muse as she saw her own strap-on fuck deeper into the duchess's double.

Deep inside her hole, Tine was feeling more and more sensitive. Each thrust from the duchess felt like it was getting closer, and the naked images in front of her belong to Duchess Chabrier with her large round breasts and white hair; Lisette with blonde hair and shaved pussy; or herself with taut muscles and long brown hair and bush. She had also been bombarded with magics and aphrodisiacs, even before the duchess' mind games started.

"It's time to finish you off. Say goodbye to your old self, thief." The original Chabrier continued to build momentum.

"Please!"

"Do it!" Lisette's voice chimed in from the duchess' illusory double.

"Please, Your Grace!"

"Please what, thief? Are you begging for me to stop?" The duchess held her thrust back for a moment, leaving Tine to suffer the cock's absence.

"Noooo! Fuck me! PLEASE!" Tine begged as Lisette changed back to her normal form, a desperate look on her face from also being denied the movement of her mother's fake cock.

"And what do you say after "please", thief? You said it before..." The noblewoman said, seeing a chance to withhold from Tine for longer.

"Please, Your Grace!" Tine knew she was beyond dignity at this point. The incestuous duchess had broken her down to the point she craved her captor's touch.

"Well done, my thief. Good girl" Duchess Chabrier resumed her assault on the desperate thief's hole.

Tine didn't know if it was the praise that was sending her over the edge, or Lisette's moaning while she transformed to the three of them but the sensation in her rear was building and building.

"There it is, my thief. Concentrate on what I'm doing." Tine's arousal was growing more and more, and Tine soon felt her arse contracting, and the warmth had spread from her belly to her entire body as an almighty orgasm engulfed her.

"Hnnggh!" Tine was swimming in pleasure as the duchess continued her pounding, retching aftershocks from the thief's tight hole. Eventually Tine opened her eyes and saw the duchess' double smiling beneath her.

"Welcome... to the... Chabrier... household." Lisette's voice chirped as she caught her breath.

"..." Tine could barely exchange a glance as she was recovering.

"Now I would like to see you make yourself cum." The Duchess wasn't finished yet. Tine moved her gloved hand down towards her pussy. "No, not like that," The Duchess chided.

Tine stopped and Duchess Chabrier removed the magic glove from her thief's hand and placed it on herself.

"You're going to make a different yourself cum." The aristocratic woman signalled to the Tine who was now laid on the bed.

"Of course, Your Grace." Tine looked at the other Tine's pussy that was in front of her. She felt no conflict or hesitation, bent down and began licking. Her nose somehow not being tickled by her full and brown bush. The lack of sensation felt in her own pussy as she gently licked other Tine's folds was also confusing at first, but she soon dismissed that doubt as she curled her fingers deep into her favourite spots on both of herselves.

The thief teased herself by licking close to her clit. It did occur to her why she felt almost smooth stubble instead of the bush she was seeing but it didn't matter. She wanted to make herself cum because The Duchess wanted to see her make herself cum.

She glanced up and looked herself in the eyes as she ate her pussy. In between gasps of pleasure she thought she heard Lisette's voice squeak consecutive thank-yous. Another doubt which Tine disregarded.

The thief felt turned around and unable to know which Tine she even was. Tine mounted herself upside down as she sat with her head above her pussy whilst her head was below her pussy. She began licking herself as she in turn licked her. Tine returned to fingering herself but was upside down as she did the same in return. A tongue concentrated itself on her or her clit and one of the Tine's moaned into the cunt of the other. The Tines continued their self love, arousal once again dripping from the Tines' pussies until one of them tensed and shook.

"MUM-MMY!"

As aftershocks pulsed through her body, she pushed through them to return the favour until the other Tine saw her vision whiten and a euphoric scream escape her mouth before she collapsed back onto herself.

The Duchess removed her hand from her pussy as Lisette withdrew her glamour.

"That's good, my thief. There's just one more thing we need to do..."

****

Tine stood in the bedroom as Lisette crisscrossed the ropes around and over her nude flesh. Without description, or instruction, the blonde brought the cords around the brunette's breasts, lifting them to be ready for display. While this was happening, Duchess Chabrier brushed her hair and pulled it back into a tight ponytail.

"There you are. Like a prized pet ready for the show. Let's put you on display then, my thief." The duchess led Tine to the high elfen style mirror that loomed in the duchess' chambers and pointed to the floor in front of it.

"Kneel. And wait."

Tine complied with The Duchess. She knew what was coming. She knew who she was going to be on display for. She looked into the magic mirror, it was currently inert and simply showed a slightly pinkened reflection of the bedroom they were in. The same room where the thief was claimed by Her Grace.

"It won't be long, thief," the duchess purred from the side, keeping herself out of the view of the mirror.

Tine's heart jumped as the mirror finally started to change. The bedroom in the reflection faded away with a pink and rose glow transitioned into a view of a different room: the mansion's gallery that Tine and Lisette were in only a few hours ago. Tine's pussy was moistening, she was going to be able to watch the beginning of her own fall and couldn't wait.

"Our heroes enter!" Duchess Chabrier called. Tine watched in the mirror as her past self slipped into the gallery carrying the magic bag, retrieving Lisette from inside. She could see that they were talking but wasn't able to hear what they said. The conversation didn't matter to her now, just what was happening next.

She saw her past self react to Lisette falling for the trapped case before noticing the mirror for the first time. Tine kept looking straight ahead, but surreptitiously watched as the pink swirls began their first intrusions into her old mind and the start of her corruption.

Tine remembered the pull of the mirror and how much it softened her up for The Duchess. She remembered the stoicism her mirror image showed, and how horny it made her. Now she was the mirror version to her past self, and was revelling in the affect she knew it was having already.

The past version of the thief made unsteady steps towards the mirror as it drew her in. Tine kept herself completely still, unwilling to risk her past self escaping the mirror's hold. The ropes binding her made her feel like a giftwrapped present to her reflection. She remembered the way her old self was hungrily looking at her, and her nipples hardened.

Soon her reflection was kneeling in front of her and Tine's pussy was even wetter. She knew what was going to happen so soon to this past version of herself, and could see her old self's struggle as the horniness continued to grow in her heart, mind and pussy.

Behind her, Tine heard the sounds of bare feet on the wooden floor as The Duchess led Lisette to kneel beside her. She recalled seeing Duchess Chabrier for the first time, the very image of perfection: wearing a nightgown and leading her daughter by a leash. She felt a pang of sympathy for her past self, not knowing about the glory of Her Grace yet.

The thief recognised the lustful anguish in her past eyes as The Duchess used the Glove of the Artificer to conjure a riding crop. She knew how much her reflection needed to be fucked, but won't be getting release just yet.

Duchess Chabrier's crop swished in front of Tine and Lisette's faces. Tine saw the anticipation in her reflection's face as The Duchess gave Tine's bum a small test tap with the end of the crop to ready a strike.

The pink magic faded immediately as its connection with the past broke on the other end thanks to Lisette's horny mistake. The Duchess brought the riding crop with a flourish of the wrist across the fleshy left cheek of Tine and a cracking sound that broke the bedroom's silence.

Tine looked at the true reflection in the mirror as she recovered from strike. The Duchess gave Lisette's arse an identical whipping before she turned back to the kneeling and bound thief. A satisfied smile edged onto Tine's face as Duchess Chabrier pulled her wrist back for another strike to the brunette.

END