Kinktober #18

This is an original story.

Armbinding / Stealth

"Who goes there?" The guard patrolling the corridors of the O'Malley Manor yelled out as he turned in the direction of the thud. Nothing there but the paintings and statues lined up against the walls of the corridor, converging in his vision at a point obscured by darkness. Henry had been on the job for eight years and had not once witnessed a single break-in, yet he couldn't help but get spooked by the slightest noise. This was after all the residence of one of the top 25 richest women in the country, Laura O'Malley. The very carpet under his feet was worth more than he could ever earn in his entire life, not to mention her own personal collection of rarities and valuables from all over the world.
Henry kept telling himself to relax... most trespassers were caught on the exteriors, not to mention the top of the line security system that would alert him and the police of any intruder if only the slightest thing was off. He had absolutely nothing to worry about.
In the next instance the guard felt something pressed against his nose, sealing his mouth and nose. A hand? No, a foot. Someone had grappled with a foot.
His survival instincts screamed for air, and so he tried breathing deeply into the cloth. His sinuses filled with a sweet smell, before darkness took over his vision, his mind faded to blank and he fell limp to the floor at the feet of the man in black with hands behind his back.
The Voleur Phantom struck again!

His chloroform laced socks won't help him twice though. There was only enough to take out one guard, and he can't even stuff away the body with his arms encased in a leather casket behind his back. This is going to be more troublesome than he imagined.
He just couldn't shut his beautiful mouth, could he? The Voleur Phantom is the greatest master thief of the century, he said. Could pull off any heist with arms tied behind his back, he said.
How was he supposed to know someone was going to call him out for that? Least of all his main rival Spook.
Now there he was inside O'Malley Manor, attempting to exercise the art he so delicately pursued all his life, with his arms locked up in a prison behind him!
If only he had shown a modicum of humility at the Annual Master Thief Convention. But honestly, who could blame him? He is clearly a genius of unparalleled physical fitness and intellect at only age twenty six. The rich and cruel feared him. The poor and humble adored him. Certainly he had earned the right to brag a little in front of his so-called peers.

Voleur ran away from the corridor and pushed his back against the doorway to the gallery. He took out a thin white stick from his breast pocket, using his toe and his monkey-like agility, and began sucking on the end of the stick. A yellow light lit, which soon turned red. Voleur blew smoke into the room, and the spider web of lasers became visible in the mist he created.
Using a combination of quick reflexes, quick thinking and five years experience as the regional limbo champion, Voleur dodged the moving lasers scanning the room for his presence, until he managed to slip into the doorway at the end of the gallery.

Voleur found the stairwell down to the maintenance room. So many cables and wires connected to gadgets and contraptions. The master thief kicked the metal cabinet open and found a red and a green wire connected to a transistor. After a second of contemplation, Voleur tapped his foot on the ground twice. A tiny blade slid from under his big toe. In a swift yet precise kick, Voleur cut the green wire in the blade. If he picked the wrong wire the alarm would sound, and he would find himself surrounded by armed guards within seconds.
That didn't happen. What a surprise.

The power now disabled for thirty seconds, Voleur hurried towards the study where the prized possession of Laura O'Malley was. He noticed a flashlight scanning the gallery before the study.
Quickly O'Malley hid himself behind the statue of Venus. Normally concealing his arms would prove to be a difficult task to say the least, but in this case his armbindings turned to his advantage.
The guard with the flashlight passed the statue, and the master thief behind, completely unnoticed. Once he was outside range, Voleur continued towards the study.

The room was larger than a normal family's living room, a mahogany desk in one corner, a bookcase displaying the intellectual prowess of the manor's resident in another. A single window took up two thirds of the wall and extended all the way to the vault-shaped ceiling. At the center of another wall hung the portrait of a man in his mid to late twenties in a WWII army uniform. Voleur pushed the gold-coloured frame of the painting, revealing the safe door behind.
This was the tricky part. He had to use his foot to turn the knob slowly, while pressing his ear against the safe door in order to deduce the combination.
Voleur hadn't been training his ass off for nothing however. He had developed the agility worthy of a contortionist. He raised his leg up, hunched under it so his leg rested on his neck, then bent his body awkwardly. Voleur could manipulate his center of gravity with no issue, and so could stand like this for hours. He slowly turned the knob, heard it click. Turned it the other way, heard it click. Slowly turned the other way...
CLACK!!

The door was open! Inside was the Pearl Egg of Soronika, resting on a egg holder of pure gold.
Mission accomplished.
He really did it.
With his hands literally tied behind his back, he had bested the O'Malley manor and acquired the greatest treasure of the 17th century! He stepped on his own sock to pull it off his foot, and grabbed the egg holder between his big toe and index toe.

CLICK! CLICK! "Put your hands up! NOW!"
"Now now, boys! I can assure you, there is no need for that." Voleur recognized the female voice who spoke.
"Spooks... you-you set me up!" Voleur was angry, at her of course but more so at himself. He was so preoccupied on whether he could or couldn't do it, he didn't even consider if it was a set up.
"Excuses, my dear Voleur. Or should I call you, Victor Valderas."
...she knew everything. "I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, but have we not had enough about this charming act? I do believe this counts as my victory, and so I shall take my prize." Laura gestures towards Voleur, and the guards grab him by his shoulder and lead him away.