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Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi wasn't naive enough to think that the Empress would give up on getting a direct answer to her question so easily, nor that she would take too kindly to her words, but anger and adrenaline had gotten the better of her. When the Antaran woman released her hair, she'd guessed that it was only so that she could move on to some other method of making her talk, presumably one that she would not enjoy. The insults and boasting relayed to Izumi by Shieh were nothing particularly surprising or shocking. Whomever Selana had crushed and conquered, she had not and would not crush her . Still, the wait was unbearable. She could hear the Empress shuffling around the room behind her and the sounds of some unknown metal instruments being handled, which was far more stressful than simply knowing what her fate would be right away. Izumi wouldn't have been surprised if the Empress was cunning enough to bu drawing it out on purpose, allowing her own imagination and fears to whittle her down. On some level, it was working, but she tried as best as she could to steel herself through her own power of will. Izumi managed to only flinch ever so slightly as the tip of a branding iron was slammed into the wall, a mere couple of inches from her face. She could feel the heat emanating from the iron and hear the slight hissing as it reacted with the cold stone, but it wasn't the hear or the pain that concerned her it was the humiliation that would come from wearing the mark of a slave for the rest of her life. The Empress declared her terms, but even assuming that Izumi trusted her - which she did not - she had to weigh the humiliation of the mark versus the dishonor of betraying her daimyo...at which point the choice was clear. Her answer came in the form of silence until the Empress understood that she would not talk and withdrew the iron. Bracing herself, Izumi gripping the short chains of her manacles tightly, pulling on them as she tensed her body, closed her eyes and took regular deep breaths until she finally felt the branding iron searing her flesh. It was only a few moments later that white-hot pain wracked the small of Izumi's back, causing her body to arch hard against the hard stone wall until she couldn't push against it any harder to distance herself from the iron. The Empress held it firm and steady against her, clearly having had a great deal of practice. Izumi tried to grit her teeth and bear it at first, but as the seconds slowly went by, she couldn't suppress a loud and throaty scream of agony. The burning pain was quite different - and in her opinion worse - than that of a blunt strike or the cut of a blade, and it of course lingered even after the Empress had finally retracted the iron. Izumi was left panting and trembling slightly with rage and pain, the mark on her lower back throbbing vividly.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

When Izumi heard the cracking of a whip coming from behind her before she'd had even a minute to recover, it only confirmed that the Empress had no intention of showing her any mercy. Flagellation was the most common form of punishment in Naginaryu, though Izumi had never been subjected to it before. Not only were priests and samurai exempt from such punishments because they were viewed as too demeaning, but she'd also never done anything which would have warranted such a punishment. It would be yet another addition to the ever growing list of indignities inflicted upon her by the savage Antarans and their even more despicable Empress. Izumi said nothing when Shieh translated her 'sentence' to her, instead bracing herself to receive the lashes similarly as she'd done for the branding iron. In the end, it was true that she's killed that guard, whether she believed that he deserved it or not, so there was not much that she could say in protest, not that it would have mattered. When the whip bit into the flesh on her upper back, it was as if the burning pain from her brand flickered off for a moment, being temporarily replaced by very sharp and concentrated stinging where the whip had left its mark before flickering back on. She took the first few hits in relative silence, but as the lashes kept piling up and overlapping on, Izumi couldn't stop herself from hissing loudly with each strike from the leather whip. As they went on and she counted in her head while Selana counted out loud, her hisses turned to restrained cries of pain, and she would instinctively press her body hard against the wall while rising on to her toes every time the whip harshly cut into her flesh. Making the entire ordeal even more agonizing was the fact that Izumi started to sweat from the strain and stress, causing each laceration to sting that much more badly. She was panting heavily by the thirtieth lash, her whole body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat and her back additionally bloodied, her thick dark brown hair matted against it. It took Izumi several moments to compose herself, though she remained tense and didn't allow herself to relax, not knowing what the Empress might do next. Sat Izumi, she eventually answered the latest question posed to her. Not because she was afraid of more lashes - though she certainly wanted to avoid them she could - but because it was nothing that she had any reason to conceal. And it is the loyalty that I have for my master which stop me from revealing my reasons for entering you lands, not my pride, Izumi added breathlessly, the pain that she was currently in clearly audible through her voice. You have my word that it was not planned, and nothing that should concern you. That is all I can say. Anything more, and it would have been too easy for the Empress to guess.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

It appeared that Izumi had some sense rattling around in her exceptionally thick skull, though not enough to come up with a reason why she was in Antara. Selana repeated the name slowly, rolling it around on her tongue for a bit. As promised, despite her continued refusal to grant any insight into her being here, the Empress put up her whip. She examined her handiwork and imagined her slave would be sporting a few scars from the flogging. More marks of her new position in this world. Selana ran her finger down one of the deeper lacerations, suckling on the iron taste upon her finger afterwards. Anything that happens in the Empire is my concern. Would your nation be so accepting of one of mine who murdered your people and refused to state their reason for being there? Would you so readily take them at their word? I will find the answers I seek, Sat Izumi, and you will provide them to me. The Empress said, turning away from the warrior. With that hanging in the air between them Selana left the torture room with Shieh, ordering her guards to ensure her back was treated with salves by the palace physician. They were then to deliver her to a cage on one of the lowest floors, one where no light reached be it candle or otherwise. She intended to find out everything she needed from the warrior woman if it took her all week. In the time left in the rest of the day she arranged for orders to reach her Legates in the east to be on watch for any signs of an invasion force. The next day, after finishing with countless meetings and signing this or that approval or denials, Selana arranged for Izumi to be brought to the same room once again. She ordered her to be placed on one of the torture tables face up and restrained. The Empress knew enough never to use the same torture twice in a row. Instead she intended to prick away at her resolve with one torture after the other. If she kept her thinking that she had endless methods with which to torment her then perhaps she might draw out a confession. Shieh was there before her naturally and bowed at her entrance, the guards having already vacated the room. The Empress nodded to him before taking up her needle set and placing it near the restraining table. The set possessed needles of different thickness and of varying length, each one meticulously cleaned to a shine. They caused little lasting damage but Selana had found the smallest of things could cause the largest pain. Her eyes locked with Izumis as she picked out a long thin needle first and looked over the slaves naked body. Tell me why you came here or this first one with be piercing your breast. Selana said, glaring down at the foreigner.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi could only wince and growl with considerable pain as the Empress used a finger to trace one of the fresh cuts on her back. She shut her eyes while listening to Shieh translate the woman's latest message as accurately as he could, knowing that Selana was not wrong. Not entirely, at least. If the situation were reversed, of course a foreigner captured under circumstances would have been imprisoned and interrogated most thoroughly, but Izumi did not believe they would be permanently deprived of clothes or branded as a slave. The Empress left before Izumi had a chance to express that to her, though at this point after witnessing the ease with which the woman could be absolutely cruel, she had no illusions about her words actually having any effect. She was left shackled there against the wall for some time, her back absolutely ablaze with agony, wondering if she would ever leave this nightmarish chamber. Eventually, a healer of some sort came to treat Izumi's wounds, the salve that he covered them with soothing some of her pain, but she realized that this was no act of mercy. The Empress only wished to sustain her so that she might draw the torture out for as long as possible. Her living arrangements were made even worse, this time a cage plunged in pitch darkness at all hours. Already, it had her longing to see daylight and to feel the sun's warmth against her skin, which was likely the intent. The next day when the guards dragged her back towards the same torture chamber, Izumi was strongly tempted to resist, and now she understood exactly how those who'd left claw marks against the walls had felt. This time, she was placed in an even more humiliating position, face up on a rectangular wooden table with her arms and legs spread towards each corner, bound by thick metal clasps. To make matters even worse for her, Izumi couldn't put any pressure on her back without suffering badly, despite her lacerations and brand having begun to heal at an enhanced rate thanks to the salve. That meant that she had to force struggle to arch her body up as much as her bindings would allow so that only her ass and shoulders touched the wood, which was far from comfortable and left her even more exposed and vulnerable. Still, she tried to maintain her composure when Selana questioned her again, warning her of the consequences for not answering, but Izumi's body betrayed her even if her expression did not. As soon as Shieh put the threat into words that she could comprehend, tiny goosebumps immediately blanketed the samurai's arms and legs, and her nipples stood up suddenly from the fear coursing through her. The urge to tell the Empress what she wanted to hear and to beg for mercy was almost overwhelming, but Izumi simply could not bring herself to betray her master. Izumi's smooth, toned stomach rippled in and out as she breathed in deeply, trying to prepare for the incoming pain, but she also couldn't prevent herself from trembling slightly with dread at having that needle that Selana was holding pierce her breast.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Selana waited for a moment and watched how Izumi prepared herself, taking that as all the answer she needed to get to work. The Empress gripped the foreigners right breast without warning and leveled the needle with her pert nipple. The extremely thin object was very slowly drawn closer until it touched the skin. Golden eyes briefly glanced over the womans face before her hands pushed the needle in, breaking the skin. Selana pushed the needle through the other side and gripped the side that had just protruded. Once she had done that she pulled the needle to its halfway point and left it there to sit. Once that was done she removed her fingers from the thin needle chose a thicker one, quickly jabbing it into the flesh of her breast. The Empress let go of that one and repeated the same process four more times until there were five needles sticking up from the mound of flesh. Her face was one of concentration, like someone trying to work through a particularly complex puzzle. There was some entertainment of course at the work, and there was some arousal gained from the acts but it was less sexual really. More akin to doing good work in any given task. Another thin needle was taken up and the Empress gripped her other breast, lining the needle up with her other nipple and punching it through. She pulled it halfway the same way before slowly inserting five needles around the flesh of her breast. When she was done each breast possessed a wounded nipple and five needles sticking up all around it. The wounds left by these were minor but she had no doubt they were extremely painful. Pain that was about to be amplified by the time this was all over. Why did you travel to Antara? Ill remove the needles if you tell me. If not Ill move on to your fingernails and toenails. The Empress said, picking up another thin needle threateningly. Needles were far more effective devices of torture than many might give them credit for. Unlike a knife any injuries made from them would be minor and could fit into smaller bits with less of a hassle. Selana was not fond of mutilating her victims, especially not this gem of a beauty. Sure she could cut off her fingers one by one but it would make her less. The Empress wanted to preserve that beauty for herself, she was her slave now after all and killing her or mutilating her would be a horrid waste of a gift.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi inhaled quickly and tensed her muscles in dreadful anticipation when the Empress grabbed her breast, just before she unceremoniously pushed the needle through Izumi's erect nipple. Selana's torture instrument of choice may have bin thin and tiny, but the agony that it produced was anything but, causing Izumi to slam her head back against the table as her eyes widened and she hissed loudly through clenched teeth. Her nipples had always been particularly sensitive, so to her this felt similar to the pain from the branding, only concentrated into one tiny bundle of nerves instead of being distributed over a slightly larger and less delicate area. Somehow, she'd mustered up enough willpower not to scream, but the next needle suddenly being jabbed deep into the soft flesh of her breast put an end to that. NNYYYAAAAHHHH!! Izumi's shriek echoed through the chamber as she tried futilely to twist her body away from Selana, struggling hard against her metal bindings. She cried out again and again as the Empress pushed more needles into her breast, but the loudest scream came when her tormentor moved on to her second nipple. NNNNYYYYYUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!! Already weakened both physically and mentally, this time Izumi couldn't restrain herself from howling out loud as the pinpointed and intense searing white pain burst through her, making it feel as if it were being simultaneously pinched and burned from the inside. Her toes curled and her hands opened and closed, desperately trying to find something that she could hold on to where there was nothing while the next five needles pierced her left nipple, drawing the same amount of screams. By the time that the Empress was satisfied with the symmetry of her handiwork, Izumi was desperately trying to control her heavy breathing by inhaling and exhaling through her mouth, as even the slightest movement of her chest jolted her with a dozen spikes of anguish. Please... she started, interrupting herself as she winced with suffering. ...it was a personal matter...neither of our nations were involved. Izumi needed a pause to breathe - grimacing in pain as she did - before continuing on. Neither of our nations were involved...I swear to you that is the truth. Izumi glanced down in horror at her own breasts with the many needles sticking out of them, tiny rivulets of blood flowing from the puncture wounds, and then back up at Selana, her eyes silently pleading with the woman to believe her and to remove the needles. Izumi didn't know how much more of this that she could take, but the only possible way out that she saw was somehow making it stop before she cracked - which would inevitably happen - so she attempted to do so by submitting and pleading.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Selana was unsatisfied with her given answer obviously as she moved around towards Izumis feet, needle still in hand. The woman gripped the warriors foot and seized her big toe in an iron grip, moving the needle closer to the gap between nail and flesh. Without warning she slowly inserted the tiny needle into the sensitive flesh, biting into the nailbed. The woman held it there for a moment before withdrawing it, tiny rivulets of blood trickling down as the object was removed. The Empress then gripped the next toe down the line, repeating the same process with very little difficulty. Out of the corner of her eye the Empress noted Shieh looking a bit uncomfortable as he watched the display, though he said nothing. Once Selana finished with her toes on the warriors right foot she moved on to the toes of her left foot, undeterred by how Izumi might have screamed or cried to her. Her hands moved with expert ease, this particular torture clearly not all that new to her. Her heart was pounding and her lips gained a tiny smirk as she worked, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tortured Izumi. She was more than willing to keep going for hours and hours. From her feet she moved onto the fingers, gripping each one individually and forcing them out of fists if need be. She punctured the nailbeds as before and removed the needle with precision. This particular one would likely leave the digits in pain for some days to come but would leave no lasting damage. Except for the memory of the pain inflicted upon Izumi in this very moment, no doubt that would leave some lasting damage upon the other woman. Hopefully it would also loosen her tongue enough to get a solid answer out of her. Now, Ill ask you again. Why did you come to Antara exactly? If you dont tell me then the next place my needles go will be far more painful than any of these combined. The Empress promised. She picked up a fresh thin needle and moved it downwards to the slaves womanhood, the tip of the needle flicking the womans clitoris. Both male and female genitalia tended to be the most sensitive places on the body. Males were extremely easy to cause pain to while females required a bit of creativity. The Empress had possessed more males than females on her table but even still she liked to think she knew exactly where to hit. Almost playfully she continued to poke at Izumis clit in warning of what might very well occur.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi could only slam her had back down against the table in resignation as the Empress moved to grip one of her small feet, preparing to follow through on her threat. She was already terrified of what was coming, but the degree of agony that she experienced as the first needle bore through the extremely sensitive nail bed of her big toe all the way to the cuticle was far worse than anything she could have imagined or prepared for. KKHHHHYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Izumi let out a heartrending scream as the needle went in and out, and her cries only got louder and more wildly desperate with each digit that Selana went through. Writhing frantically against the unbreakable restraints, she only succeeded in making the metal clasps chaff against her skin, not that that was even noticeable compared to the brutal torture that she was being put through. By the time that the Empress had finished with her feet and moved on to her hands, Izumi could no longer choke back the tears which began to stream down the sides of her face, and she sobbed loudly whenever she wasn't screaming from the needle piercing another one of her fingers. Never before in her life had she even come close to feeling as defeated and profoundly wounded as she did at that moment. When the Empress had finished assiduously tormenting each and every one of Izumi's twenty digits, the samurai was left curling her toes and balling her fists up as tightly as she could, the vivid pain and throbbing still persisting. Sweat poured off her light tan and tattooed body as she hyperventilated and choked on her own sobs, constantly renewing the shards of agony that splintered throughout her abused breasts. She heard the sounds of Selana's voice, followed by Shieh's, but not even the translator's words registered with her. It wasn't until Izumi felt the impossibly sharp tip of another needle poking against the tiny part of her clit which wasn't hidden beneath it's hood that she reacted. She twitched so suddenly and violently that she'd have jumped out of her own skin if it were possible. Pulling her body up with whatever strength she had left, Izumi frantically tried to scoot her womanhood as far from Selana and her sharp instrument, which in this case was a mere inch or two at best. The needle followed, another light poke jolting her with considerable discomfort, but it was the threat of what was to follow that was infinitely more terrifying, leaving even the proud samurai warrior quivering like a lead on the Empress' torture table. NO! Please, please don't!! Izumi pleaded as she craned her neck up and stared at Selana, her reddened eyes wide and imploring as tears continued to stream from them. Not there, please...not there... As her hoarse voice trailed off, Izumi clenched her eyes tightly, her expression becoming the very image of panicked dread in its purest form.
Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

That was not an answer to my question. Selana did not wait for Shieh to translate this time as she pushed the needle up through her clit, exiting through the hood once it was pushed. The Empress gripped the tip of the needle that had exited the other side and slowly pulled it through until the thin needle was out. She knew that by now she must have been getting close to the breaking point if her prisoner was begging. Soon enough she was likely to get her answers, she just needed to keep going and to threaten her with worse pain that even this right now. The Empress took up two more needles, these ones thicker and slowly drove them through Izumis outer lips. She then removed them and forced open her lips with one hand and held up another needle in her other. Selana poked around the outer most regions of Izumis womanhood with the needle, puncturing here or there as she saw fit. She did not go deeper than that however, not yet anyway as she needed to leave the threat of something worse in the air in order to get what she wanted from Izumi. This was a messy thing but necessary for the security of Antara. I will ask you again, why did you come to Antara? If you dont answer me I will plunge these needles as deep as I can. Ill heat up the needles so they burn when I poke. Do not doubt my resolve. There is no line or moral horizon I will not cross to protect my country. If you tell me Ill remove the needles and send you back to your cell with a meal. The Empress said slowly. Selana twirled the needle between her fingers and stared directly into Izumis red eyes, holding back a sneer at the sight of her tears. Where was the mighty and defiant warrior now? All it had taken was a few needles to reduce the proud woman to a sobbing and screaming mess. Pathetic really. The Empress gave Izumis womanhood a few light pokes in warning of what would follow if she did not give up her reason for being here. Hopefully now she would have a desperate enough mind to forget her sense of honor and just give up her orders.