Fanfiction: Kindapping the Violet Thief  Gift  




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The lock clicked, and the handle turned with a soft creak. Slowly, the window
opened and the lithe, feminine figure, swathed in dark, sneakily stole into
the room. Looking around, the figure took a moment before removing their mask,
revealing a luscious head of long, violet purple hair.

Crystal Sly, the master thief, was here.

She smiled to herself smugly as she took in the hall that she had entered
into. Plush, elaborate, extravagant - a fitting hall for the mansion of a
multi-millionaire. That was her target tonight - a woman by the name of
Dorothy Blackheart, a woman who grew quite rich off of her shrewd business
practices. Stealing from the poor, stealing from the rich, and billing them
too. She was one of the worst of the worst.

Crystal herself wore a two-piece black catsuit. Tight-fitting black leggings
came down over her slim but shapely legs, tucked into her black knee-high heel
boots. Over this she wore a black top with long sleeves and a small zipper
down the middle, running over her fairly-sized breasts. Black gloves tipped
her hands, an insurance policy to make sure she didn't leave any fingerprints.
She didn't wear any mask once she was inside and let her easily recognizable
hair flow freely. She wanted her victims to know who she was, and to know the
bitter taste of defeat when the Violet Thief had robbed them blind.

Ironically, it was for a very similar reason that Crystal was here now. She
herself had been robbed at the hands of this woman, albeit through a paid
thief. A thief she tracked down to this woman's mansion, who stole a gem she
herself had stolen some time ago. The Ocean's Eye, a beautiful blue diamond
she stole from an art museum a year ago, taken right under her nose. She
remembered the humiliation of being bound and gagged, forced to watch
helplessly as the thief took the precious jewel. They had said that "Madame
Blackheart sent her regards," while Crystal was forced to stew furiously and
wait for Swift to come and rescue her. She swore revenge that night, as the
thief disappeared out her window, and her revenge was finally coming to pass.

Crystal smirked as she checked her gear, kept in a compact backpack she had
slung over one shoulder, she carried with her a glass cutter, a swiss army
knife, a bottle of chloroform, a rag for it, zipties, and a roll of duct tape.
She figured that should be enough for the night's endeavors. She grinned to
herself, deciding to start by readying the chloroform. That was the most fun
part, after all. She opened the bottle, dipping it and allowing the scented,
fuming liquid to soak the rag.

Once that was properly set up, she stashed it in her pocket. She then
shouldered her backpack before crouching and moving forward. As she moved out,
she took in her surroundings. Very fine busts and paintings lined the walls,
all probably stolen as well she guessed. She didn't know what she expected to
find within the mansion. Maybe armed thugs, maybe enslaved maids, maybe
nothing at all. No matter what, she had to be prepared for any eventuality.

She moved forward, back against the wall, as she reached the next doorframe.
Cautiously, she peeked inside. There was a large fireplace with a plush sofa
in front of it, and Crystal guessed that this must be the living room. What
surprised Crystal the most about the room, however, was the silhouette of a
person's head. Long black hair fell over their shoulders, but the person
wasn't moving. Could this be Madame Blackheart?

Crystal crouched, pulling the readied rag from her pocket and holding it in
the palm of her right hand. Whoever they were, she couldn't have them awake
for this. Besides, if this was Madame Blackheart after all, then that was just
an added bonus for her, right? Then again, perhaps knocking her out wasn't the
best idea. Maybe she knew where the Ocean's Eye was, and Crystal could use
that to her advantage? Crystal shook her head to herself. Time enough to ask
her after she woke up. Safer to knock her out now and deal with the potential
consequences later, in a safer place.

Slowly, Crystal moved forward. The almost imperceptible click of the heels of
her boots was masked by the crackling of the fireplace, and the figure in
front of her didn't move at all. She removed her backpack as she approached
the plush sofa, placing it silently behind it. As she reached her target,
Crystal stood up tall, chloroform rag at the ready.

As she looked down, she was a bit surprised by the woman's beauty. A pale face
with ruby red lips, deeply asleep. She wore a luxurious bathrobe, and Crystal
was all but certain that this was Madame Blackheart. What surprised her far
more, however, was the presence of a familiar gem on a brooch. The Ocean's
Eye, and she was wearing it right there on her neck. Crystal frowned, feelings
of anger bubbling up at the disrespect this woman had. She lifted her rag,
ready to clamp it on the unsuspecting and slumbering woman's face.

Crystal's eyes widened in surprise when another hand strongly gripped her
right wrist, stopping her just before she could plant the rag over its
target's mouth and nostrils. Crystal's surprise doubled when she felt another
hand wrap around her abdomen, pulling her back. Her shock reached a climax
when, in her shocked state, she was unable to stop the attacker from using her
own hand to plant the chloroform rag over her own face. "Wha-mgnph!
MPGHGNNGN!" Crystal shouted, only now registering what had happened and
beginning to struggle violently.

"Well, this must be embarrassing for you ... " a female voice spoke softly
into Crystal's ear. Indeed, the situation was embarrassing, as Crystal was not
only being subdued in her moment of triumph, she was being chloroformed with
her own rag! She couldn't help but blush at this humiliation. "MGNAN! MGGGN
MGN MPGGHGPGH!" Crystal's vehement cries were muffled by the wet rag, but the
noise did carry. Beneath her, the sleeping woman's eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Mm ... I do so love a nap," the woman said in a cultured voice, looking up.
"Ah, and I see it came with a reward too."

The woman stood, watching Crystal's struggle. Her free left hand had initially
grabbed onto the hand around her waist, trying to pry it off. It had now moved
to grip the hand that gripped her hand that was chloroforming her. Crystal
absently thought about how confusing this must look to an outsider. The woman
thought it only looked incredibly pleasurable, watching Crystal's sweet thighs
rubbing against each other as her body squirmed for freedom.

"I found her trying to sneak in. She was about to try and chloroform you,
Madame Blackheart, but I stopped her and gave her a taste of her own
medicine," the woman holding the Violet Thief purred. "MGngn! Grgrgmmphh!"
Crystal protested, but the drug was beginning to affect her. Her struggles
were slowing and her vision was clouding, her icy blue eyes darting left and
right as she tried to get a view of her captor.

Madame Blackheart smiled a twisted smile. "I can see that. Well, it seems that
though I may have just woken up, somebody else will soon be taking a nice long
nap ... " she said.

"Nnggn! Mmfff ... " Crystal blinked twice, trying to clear her vision as her
brows furrowed in fear, but without success. Her grip, both on the assailant's
hand and her own chloroform cloth, was beginning to falter as the muscles in
her arms felt like jelly. A fuzzy sensation choked her consciousness, and her
legs rubbed against each other slower and slower. "Mgngnmm ... "

The arm wrapped around Crystal's waist began to sneak upwards, grabbing hold
of the Violet Thief's breasts. "Hmm ... Not at all lacking, I'd say," the
woman fondling her said. Crystal's face contorted in anger, humiliated further
by this grasp. "Mgn! Mgngmgngmmff ... " Despite her discontent, the drug had
already rendered her helpless to do anything. Crystal's free left hand fell
limply to her side as her legs stopped moving, powerless to stop the woman
from groping her.

"Mphh ... mmmmm ... ." Crystal's clear blue eyes were beginning to flutter,
the sweet fumes gripping tightly on her. She was losing her ability to stay
awake, and even her own hand that was chloroforming her was entirely limp,
held only in place by her captor's grip. Crystal couldn't even feel the woman
grabbing her breast anymore.

The muscle's in Crystal's face relaxed, her brow smoothing out as her hazy
blue eyes fluttered ever closer to sliding shut. Her heartbeat slowed and the
bright-red blush of her cheeks once more began to subside nearly back to their
normal pale coloration. "Shh ... Go to sleep, stupid thief ... " the woman
chloroforming her whispered in her ear. Crystal feared she had no choice in
the matter. "I ... I can't ... How ... did I ... So ... weak ... I ... I feel
... so ... uuuugh ... "

Crystal couldn't fight it anymore. The last thing her conscious mind was able
to make out was the leering gleam of the Ocean's Eye, the very gem that
brought her here, taunting her from Madame Blackheart's chest. Then, her clear
blue eyes rolled back into her skull and her eyelids fluttered shut. "Mn ...
guuhhh ... " she mumbled softly, finally succumbing to the chloroform fumes,
her head falling limply back onto her captor's shoulder.

The Violet Thief was unconscious.

Immediately, the woman holding her released her grip on Crystal's hand,
allowing her right hand to fall limply to her side. The chloroform rag slipped
from her fingers, falling in a wet pile on the floor. Crystal's mouth was
slightly open, but overall her face looked surprisingly peaceful. Only the
slight pinkish blush that lingered on her cheeks at all indicated her previous
embarrassment. She was held upright by the woman who had subdued her, one arm
wrapped around her breasts and the other holding her by the waist. Although
she was standing, there was no control in the pose. She was as helpless as a
doll, being held up like a plaything.

"Mm, such a pretty little thief. Don't you think?" Madame Blackheart said to
her compatriot. The woman who had subdued Crystal was a thief like her. As a
matter of fact, she was the same who had come into Crystal's home and stolen
the Ocean's Eye in the first place. The thief nodded.

"It's a good thing I happened to be visiting, Madame Blackheart," the thief
said. The woman nodded.

"Even more fortunate that she supplied her own chloroform. Now, give her to me
... "

The thief nodded, and pushed the Violet Thief forward, allowing her to slump
into Madame Blackheart's waiting arms. Crystal fell forward, falling almost to
her knees before Madame Blackheart's hands snaked their way under her armpits
and caught her, grabbing hold of her by the back. Her face fell forward,
resting in Madame Blackheart's cleavage as her limp body was held up by her
own target. Madame Blackheart grinned as she felt the young woman's lithe
body, kneeling with her as Crystal slumped to her knees. "Sweetie, do make
sure our uninvited guest is made comfortable, would you?"

The other thief nodded, watching Madame Blackheart carefully lower Crystal's
body to the floor, cradling her by the back of her head and the small of her
back. Crystal lay on her back, her face peaceful despite the violence of her
struggle for escape. Both of her hands lay limply at the sides of her hips,
palms turned inwards. Her torso was twisted at the waist, her long, slender
legs folded over each other and bent at a slight angle towards her own rump.

"Yes, Madame Blackheart," the thief said, as her employer stood and began to
walk out of the room.

"Good. See to it that she doesn't bother me for some time," Madame Blackheart
called over her shoulder.

The thief nodded. "It would be my pleasure, mistress."

As Madame Blackheart left the room, the thief shouldered Crystal's discarded
backpack. Then, she knelt by the sleeping Crystal, brushing the side of her
face gently. Her fingers trailed down, gingerly picking up a few strands of
her purple hair and twirling them. "Oh, that old familiar feeling ... " the
thief muttered, before snaking hands underneath Crystal's knees and arms,
lifting her in a cradle carry.

The thief's violet hair flew down as her head fell limply back, mouth slightly
open. Her arms hung limply, limp fingers twitching with the last vestiges of
animation. The way her body was cradled, the curvature of her body was exposed
perfectly. In her slim bodysuit, her slender legs and ample breasts provided a
shape that was not at all unpleasing to the eye. As the thief carried her
victim to another room, deeper into the dark mansion, she seemed fully aware
of this, eyeing the sleeping Crystal hungrily.

The room she entered was dark, lit only by the filtering moonlight from the
window. There was a single, king-sized bed in the center of the room, with two
nightstands on either side. A mirror opposing the set of furniture was the
sole decoration. The thief kicked the door closed as she gently placed Crystal
onto the bed. Laid out perfect, arms and legs straight and limp, the thief
neared Crystal's face, stroking her cheek. "Let's get you a little more
comfortable, hmm?" the thief purred.

"Mnn ... Mnnnmmnmm ... " Crystal mumbled, her brows furrowing a bit as slowly,
her eyes blinked open. "Wha..? Where am I ... ?" she muttered, consciousness
slowly returning as she lifted one hand to rub her forehead.

The thief's eyes widened. "Damnit, you should be out for at least another
hour! Well, guess there's only one thing to do ... " she said, pulling the
chloroform rag back out and rapidly planting it over Crystal's face once more.

"Mggn. Mmmff ... " Crystal mumbled, still disoriented from her prior
chloroforming. Being chloroformed twice in such rapid succession, her body
couldn't take it. It tensed slightly as her grip tightened and her thighs
pressed against each other, her right lifting slightly in an attempt to stand.
It was pointless, however. Her clear blue eyes already began to roll back into
her skull once more, as her hand feebly grabbed onto the rag in a final,
desperate struggle.

"Nuh-uh, sleepy time for you, sweetie," the thief chloroforming Crystal stated
simply. Crystal feared that she was right. Crystal couldn't feel anything
anymore, except for an overwhelming feeling of humiliation. This second-rate
thief had beaten her at her own game not once, not twice, but three times now.
As darkness swallowed her whole once more, the last thing Crystal was able to
think was a silent prayer that Swift would be more careful when she came for
her.

"Mgn ... grggf ... mmm ... " Crystal gurgled softly, as her eyes closed once
more and she fell unconscious. Her entire body slackened, going completely
limp and collapsing on the bed. Her right hand fell limply over her chest, and
her body lay once more unmoving.

This time, the thief kept the rag firmly in place, watching Crystal's breasts
rise and fall steadily as she breathed in enough of the chloroform to make
sure she'd be out for a long time. After allowing Crystal to breathe in the
fumes for a solid minute, she removed the rag and set to work.

First, she flipped Crystal over, onto her stomach. Then she removed the
backpack she still carried, opening it and emptying it of its contents. "Boy,
you sure came prepared. What a shame for you ... " she said with a coy smile
as she pulled out the zipties and duct tape. "But hey, this will be fun for at
least one of us," she said.

Pulling Crystal's arms behind her back, she set to work binding the Violet
Thief's wrists with the zipties. Once that was done, she tightly bound her
ankles by the same material. She set to work using the larger zipties to tie
her up around her thighs, and both above and under her breasts, tightly
securing her arms to her torso. Doing this, she took plenty of opportunity to
feel up the sleeping beauty, grabbing her chest and butt with abandon.

With Crystal tightly bound, the thief rolled her back over, her head limply
flopping back and forth with the movement. She brushed some of the Violet
Thief's namesake hair from her face, admiring her porcelain complexion. Then,
a vile tear shook the air as she ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll,
carefully plastering it over Crystal's mouth. She smoothed it out perfectly,
the tips of the tape indiscernible from Crystal's smooth skin save for the
color.

With a sigh, the thief stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She smirked.
"Let's see you get out of this one, Violet Thief," she said, before turning
and walking out of the room with a cocky sway to her hips. She shut the door,
and the lock clicked, shutting Crystal away to await an unknown fate.