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Warden Nalen sat at her desk and rubbed her face, looking at the pile of reports in front of her. Every single one of them regarding the same prisoner, the same troublesome, irksome prisoner, the red headed thief, Calial.

Frankly, the thief’s capture had been a triumph at the time, the skilled leather clad woman having stolen from countless nobles, businesses and oddly enough clothing stores specialising in clothes of an.. unusual nature. And then finally they had cornered her in one noble’s mansion, where the resident had been found so heavily trussed up, the guards hadn't had the faintest clue on how to begin unbinding the poor thing. Layers of rope, duct tape and leather straps crisscrossed all over the poor things form, some cruelly tight, particularly those around the woman’s breasts.

And then they had spotted the thief, grinning like a cat, in one of the corridors, seeming to literally walk out of the shadows. No one was entirely sure what magic the thief had about her, but they had set off in pursuit as she led them on a merry chase all over town. Every time they lost sight of her, she would chance along their path and the chase would be on again. In hindsight, it almost seemed like the thief had wanted to get caught!

And caught her they had! Her guards had taken lots of pleasure as they stripped her naked, buckled the thief’s arms behind her back with heavy leather cuffs, those dexterous, dangerous fingers locked in tight mitts, her legs buckled together, and an absolutely enormous stuffed leather ball strapped into her mouth, topped off with a snug blindfold to keep her in the darkness she seemed to like so much.

Sipping some coffee, Nalen lifted the first report off of the pile and opened it up. It covered the delivery of Calial to the Devil's Gullet. And immediately a problem had occurred. The carriage had been quiet for a time, before a series of muffled, angry protests had erupted from within, and the sound of what sounded like spanking every so often. The guards on the outside thought nothing of it, figuring the thief was angry and kicking up a fuss.

What they hadn't expected was to open the carriage door on arrival, to find a totally free Calial sitting casually, the guard set to watch over her inside the prison carriage over her lap, arse exposed and reddened from frequent slaps, trussed up in all the gear the thief herself had being forced into upon her arrest! Naturally this didn't go down so well, and Calial was dragged from the cart and forced into more restraints, heavy leather straps encircled her arms, her legs, forcing her into the tiniest of hobbles, more mittens were brought out to encase those naughty hands, a stout collar wrapped around her neck to limit her head movement and to lead her on, and of course another big gag!

Nalen remembered interrogating the thief, how the woman had being all smiles, even around the big gag, seemingly quite content. When the gag had being removed, Calial had being polite, though mischievous, slipping in little flirty comments, complimenting the Warden, licking her lips a little at the promise of the gag being forced back in if she continued, and other almost lewd acts. She'd even fluttered her eyelids and asked if Nalen liked her naked or preferred the idea of her all shiny in some tight leather! Nalen had being utterly frustrated by the end of the interrogation, ordering the thief be taken down to the cell complex and locked away.

She hadn't expected Calial to then stand up and lay the straps on the table that had being binding her, the mittens having fallen to the floor behind the chair, along with the leg straps previously squeezing those naked thighs. Her hands reached up and removed the collar, the heavy locks seeming to have opened of their own accord, and laid it next to them, before smiling at the stunned Warden. She made no aggressive moves, no moves to escape, just stood there, smiling!

For her sheer brazenness, the Warden ordered her to be taken to solitary. A leather prisoner suit was forced onto her, complete with heavily boned corset to squeeze the thief’s already narrow waist down even more, while the suit itself included very tall heeled boots, and naturally a pair of mittens with a built-in collar that was locked securely, only to have another stouter, posture collar wrapped over that and double locked. D-rings covered the suit, allowing them to force the thief’s arms under her rather large breasts, rather like a straitjacket, with additional straps in place to hold them in place. And all the while, the thief just smiled, even giggled and playfully wriggled, or commenting on the suit and bondage, particularly how it made her squeeze and emphasise her breasts! Even a gag didn't put a stop to her mischief, as she playfully hummed into it, or shot a lewd wink at some of the guards.

Nalen put the report aside and took another, longer draw of her coffee then let out a sigh, rubbing her eyes. The next report was from an incident the following day, again involving that damn thief. She had vanished somehow! The only thing in the cell was her suit, unbuckled, unbound and folded up neatly, with her gag sitting atop it. The guards had gone into a panic, locked the place down, only to find her, inexplicably wrapped in a towel, wandering back towards her cell as if she'd just had a bath. Her slightly damp skin even smelt rather pleasantly of lightly perfumed water!

This had led to severe interrogation of the woman, Nalen demanding to know not only how she had got out of the suit, but out of her cell, and hell, where the hell she had gone for a bath! Calial had sat there, nude again and just smiled that naughty smile of hers, though she did grimace and groan when the Warden got more hands on, cruel straps squeezing the base of the poor woman’s breasts cruelly tight, making them bulge and turn a shade of red. But even they fell away after awhile, just slipped right off those magnificent, pale breasts. Things had gone better however, as Calial opted, completely unprompted, to divulge the location of some stashes, and locations that might be of interest to the Warden. It had even helped to prevent a bomb plot involving the Serpella family.

Calial was soon in a new cell, in the lowest portions of the prison, the "Gullet" itself. Her small cell had no comforts, even a leaking roof, and they secured her in it tightly. Her hands, forced to squeeze a soft ball, before cloth was wrapped over them, then tape, then finally a heavy leather bondage mitten. Her arms had then been strapped together again, each one with a differently keyed lock for good measure, before a thick singlesleeve was pulled up and over them, laced as tight as humanly possible, before yet more straps went over that. Her legs got similar treatment, tight, tight straps squeezing her pale flesh, making ti bulge around them, before a legbinder had been slid up, then yet more straps. A corset crushed her waist down, for no reason other than to keep her breathless, quiet and unable to focus.

Her mouth had gotten a lot as well, the largest ball they could stuff in there was in place, before layers and layers of tape had covered the woman’s bulging cheeks. over this went a strict muzzle, covering her lover face and jaw utterly, the taut leather covering her slender neck, disappearing under a posture collar. Finally, they had linked her armbinder to the ceiling, drawing it up as high as they could, forcing the flexible thief into a strict strappado, forced to wobble on her heavily bound legs!

Nalen sat back at this point and couldn't help but smile. The bondage that blasted thief had being put in was very appealing, she remember how strict it all was, how the thief had mewled, even looked worried. No mercy was to be found of course, not for someone who was clearly a threat to all forms of security!

And it seemed to have worked. Three days had passed, with the thief’s cell guarded around the clock, and regular checks through the small window to make sure she was actually still in there! On that third day, they had finally gone in... and found, much to their displeasure, that their bondage had not worked at all. Calial was in the bonds still, but they were found to be loose, and that she merely had put herself back in them to avoid them noticing, though how she had strappado'd herself they were not sure. Piled around the cell though, on the cell doors side to avoid it being visible, where all sorts of treats. Cakes, fresh basked and smelling delicious, sat upon a plate of finest china, that upon inspection Nalen found to be from her own set. A small pile of books lay in corner, carefully covered to keep them dry, and a bookmark suggested Calial had gotten halfway through one of them. A lantern sat next to them.

But what was most bizarre was the cushion, or more exactly, the rather haughty looking cat sitting on it, watching the guards with a look of severe disapproval. A saucer of milk sat next to it, and a bowl of food. Expensive, fancy food that, upon investigation, was found to have come from the most expensive pet supplier in town.

By this point, the guards were beyond frustrated, and very understandably. Somehow, this thief was making a mockery of their entire operation! Their next attempt hadn't fared much better either, the thief back in a prisoner suit, then a straitjacket over that, with the legbinder returning, and more straps than the Warden could count spread all over the thief’s form, an enormous ball gag filling that mouth yet again, with a blindfold to accompany it. They had moved her to a technically less secure location, the Extra Planar and Magical Containment wing. Whatever this thief was doing had had to be magical. They had even employed a powerful mage to trace a rune in the middle of her cell, that created an anti-gravity field, leaving the thief floating in her bondage in the middle of the room.

The guards reported, rather deadpan at the time, that the thief seemed to be stuck this time. However, they also reported that Calial appeared to not be worried in the slightest and that she was actually enjoying herself, wriggling about in the air, flipping over, floating about playfully, and assuming poses to tease and titillate the guards. One on occasion, a guard inspecting the ruins looked up suddenly, to find Calial’s face inches from her own, just as the heavily gagged thief let out the lewdest moan the guards had ever heard, wriggling suggestively. Very suggestively. They had quickly requested reassignment, blushing furiously.

And therein lay one of the biggest problems Nalen was facing. None of her guards wanted to guard the red head anymore! Between her inexplicable escapes, her lewd antics, and the fact the thief seemed to almost be treating this as some kind of holiday, like the prison was a hotel, was driving them crazy! And no one knew what to do with her cat either, which was currently perched on the corner of Nalen’s desk, giving her the dirtiest look she'd even seen from a feline. No one, not even the prisoners she’d taken great pleasure in securing away in sometimes torturous bondage had even given her the evil eye like this cat was.

She moved that report aside, and her face fell. The next one on the pile detailed Calial’s next antic. Three days since the rune had been inscribed, the guard on duty at the time, wearing heavier, thicker armour than usual to try and hide her form, to avoid the lewd looks Calial gave her when not blinded, had stared open mouthed as the rune seemed to simply stop having an effect on the thief, who floated down to the ground, before casually sipping out of the restraints as easily as anyone else would pull off their coat. Quickly recovering, the guard had charged to the rune, stepping into it as it appeared to have stopped working, only to find herself whisked into the air, flailing uselessly as gravity opted to give up its hold on her for now. Calial had laughed at her for awhile, even given her a push to start her spinning, before stretching and wandering off into the prison to find something to eat.

It wasn't magic that allowed this thief to escape all bonds it seemed, whatever it was went beyond that. Or at least, it had. Only two reports remained at last, as she pulled the first towards her. Calial had been caught again, this time in the Staff kitchen, where she had eaten every tasty treat hidden within. As always, the thief had not resisted at all as they captured her and dragged her away, and the ensuing interrogation had as much effect as ever. Despite everything, Nalen couldn't bring herself to outright hurt the girl. She'd cooperated nearly completely, even given them the locations of various stashes and information on a bunch of other criminals in the cities and their hideouts. The cells had filled up nicely with the miscreants revealed by Calial’s loose tongue. Even a notorious ninja, one Fantom, had being caught thanks to the red heads cooperation.

Nevertheless, enough had been enough. They had drugged the girl, knocked her clean out, and set to work on the strictest bondage they could imagine. As Nalen opened the report, a piece of paper slipped out, requesting a bigger budget for restraints, and R&D on how to create new ones, given just how much they were having to expend on this one prisoner.

Calial had been forced into a special prisoner suit, as tight as possible and fitted perfectly to her body. No zips or laces were needed to close the suit on her this time, instead they directly sewed the suit shut! The corset section was laced extremely tight, given the woman a perfect hourglass figure, while an included hood covered all of her head bar her eyes and mouth. Earplugs filled her ears, pads covered her eyes before a thick blindfold was snapped onto the hood, with her cheeks stuffed with cloth before an enormous plug was shoved inside, snapping to the hood once they had it in place. The heels were towering, making the guards think almost of a ballet dancer with the way they shaped the feet, while the thief’s hands were locked away. Again, holding a ball, a cloth bag pulled over them, tape, then the leather mitts, before the suits own mitts covered that, they really could not see how the thief could use her fingers at all.

Over this went a straitjacket, the straps pulled as taut as possible, before been buckled through the furthest notch along the strap they could force them to. The legbinder naturally returned as well, though not before so many straps that Calials legs were practically mummified in the leather bands. The guards had followed that by spending actually mummifying the girl in duct tape, layers and layers and layers. This did have one adverse effect, a blushing guard had reported, in that even unconscious, the thief seemed to be enjoying it, moaning lewdly as her body was squeezed tighter and tighter.

Nalen mused on that for a moment. The whole time Calial had being here, she had seemed to want to be tied up tighter and tighter. This in itself wasn't unusual, the Warden was hardly oblivious to the fact that some people loved being bound and helpless after all, but never had she seen someone go to quite this extent to satiate their desires.

Looking back to the report, she resumed reading about the thief’s encasement. A heavy leather sack had been pulled over Calial’s incumbent form, completely from the top of her head to her toes, with laces running up the back, pulled tighter and tighter, forcing the leather to squeeze and stretch over the form trapped inside, until the leather was perfectly taut. Straps were nevertheless added on top of this, figuring that with someone like Calial, there was no such thing as too much, before a narrow crate was brought in. Calial’s form was forced inside the padded space, and built in straps secured her firmly in place. The crate was locked, wrapped in chains and straps, and placed in one of the most secure cells in the entire Gullet.

That had been 8 days ago. Nalen’s smile as she read about the frankly extreme level of bondage used to secure the thief faded. They had left her in that crate for a week, then returned to it. When they opened the box, to ensure the thief was still captive, they had found a form still inside. With the layers and layers of bondage, no one had noticed at first, until Nalen herself finally spotted a problem. The woman inside was broader of the shoulder, less busty, and after a closer inspection, had a much deeper and significantly less lewd voice when she groaned.

They had acted swiftly, freeing the poor guardswoman from the cruel encasement. Everything was replicated perfectly, from the tautness of the leather, to the number of layers of duct tape, to the gag and the amount of straps encasing the woman’s legs below the legbinder. If it wasn’t for the different body types giving subtle clues, Nalen honestly doubted anyone would ever have found out. It took some time to manage to coax the poor thing bac to her senses, but it appeared she had only been in the encasement a few hours, meaning Calial was likely still skulking around the prison.

That had being yesterday. Nalen finally reached for the final report, a frown on her face. She hadn't expected another, as any updates on the Calial situation were to be reported to her directly. Nevertheless, here one was, in unfamiliar handwriting.

When she opened it, her jaw dropped. Inside, written immaculately, was… A review! It covered everything, from accommodation (great!), to customer service (poor!), to food quality(awful!) with immense detail on each section written in neatly. Nalen couldn't stop herself reading it, the wording making it out like the Devils Gullet was some kind of hotel or resort. How… How did this happen? When had the woman written it, when had she put it in this pile of reports… Just… How?!

Enough was enough, the thief had made an utter mockery of the prison and Nalen herself! She thumped on her desk and yelled for someone to assist her, and the door opened moments later, a guard rushing in, her uniform tight around her slender, yet busty form.

"Find her! I don't care how much it costs, what resources you use. Find me that thief!" She demanded, storming over to the door.

And then it went dark, the smell and taste of leather filling her nose and mouth as a hood with attached gag was yanked over her head. Hands moving faster than the suddenly disorientated Warden could possibly match slipped an armbinder up those red sleeved arms, before the laces were yanked tight, forcing Nalen’s arms together, her breasts thrust out. A few quick pulls, and she felt her desk against the back of her legs. Her feet were kicked apart, forced towards opposites sides of the table, and rope swiftly secured them there, before Nalen was bent forwards, more rope lining the singleglove to some unseen tether above her.

"Hi!" a voice suddenly filled Nalen’s ears, a hand patting the leather encased head of the angrily grunting Warden "I really have to thank you! The two weeks I spent in here? Absolutely great, it’s been awhile since I got to enjoy been bound so much! It’s so hard to keep me contained you know, but you really tried, you really did! Your guards didn't seem to appreciate my advances, but well, that’s their choice I suppose. I will certainly come back sometime though, and who knows, maybe you'll find some bondage that can finally beat me! I really hope you can, I’d love to be truly helpless for once! Oh, and thanks for looking after Mister Kitty, he can be a grumpy furball, but I'm glad you didn't just chuck him out"

With a final pat, Calial stood up, the buxom red head having a naughty smile on her face. She could just leave, but where would be the fun in that…

A few minutes later, the Wardens office was stripped bare of all valuables. This in itself would no doubt anger Nalen, but the fact Calial had cut open her coat to show off the lovely breasts trapped within, as well as unbuckled her belt and yanked Nalen’s white trousers down to leave her exposed probably would likely have a much bigger impact on the strappado'd woman’s pride. Of course that was a secondary concern for the Warden at the moment, who was more concerned with getting free and… Was that a paw on her butt? She felt a sudden weight, then a warm, furry form lay down over her displayed buttocks, using Nalen’s lower back and read end as a bed!

This was not going to end well.