Thread: Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

As expected, the woman who'd won the bid on her made an appearance soon enough, accompanied by an entire entourage. The men were obviously guards while the women were either servant or slaves, by the looks of them. Noticed the washing supplies that they carried, Izumi was able to guess what they were coming to do. Under normal circumstances, she would have been more than glad to cleanse away the sweat, dirt and grime from the last couple of days, but she doubted that they were about to unbind her and allow her to wash herself after taking so many precautions thus far. Izumi wondered if this meant that the noblewoman's intention was to have her become a pleasure slave of some sort. She couldn't think of much other reason that her cleanliness would be such a concern. However, while she and her owner stared silently at one another through the bars, Izumi couldn't make out any trace of lust in the woman's eyes, it was more like she was evaluating a commodity. When the noble finally spoke what sounded like commands to her people, her tone was cool and detached, further confirmation that she wasn't looking to satiate any carnal desires with her new slave. Perhaps she was intended for the woman's husband instead, then? Standing her ground, Izumi didn't take so much as a step back when the door to her cell was unbolted and the armed guards flooded in, but they were quick to grab her and drag her back against the cold stone wall. She struggled silently, straining her muscles to make herself as difficult to displace as she could, but it was little more than token resistance as the three large men easily handled her. Izumi had managed to keep her composure up until that point, but it became substantially more difficult to maintain once they ripped away what little shreds of clothing she'd been provided. She thrashed in vain against their powerful grips, suddenly trying to retaliate for the complete lack of respect and honor being shown to her, but only succeeded in making them hold her down more forcefully while the women began scrubbing her skin with washcloths and soapy water. Izumi had never felt so degraded and powerless in her life, and it only got worse for her when one of the slaves said something to the guards, who then forced her legs wide open. They even washed her inside , causing her to stiffen with discomfort while one of the servants' fingers invaded her womanhood. She felt completely violated, her face flushed with rage as she was unable to defend herself in any way. Then they turned her around to do her back and the experience became even more unnerving, since now she couldn't even see the many hands holding and touching her body all over. The final insult came when Izumi felt a thin finger snaking up her asshole, causing her to groan in frustration and humiliation through gritted teeth, marking the first time she'd many any real sound since leaving the slave market. When it was finally over, the Antarans left quickly, leaving Izumi alone again in her dimly lit cell. Not wanting to repeat the experience that she'd just been forced to endure, she was careful not to get herself dirty for the next few hours until another servant finally came with a meal for her. Having been deprived of food or water since her capture, she had little choice but to drink and eat what she'd been given. Thankfully, the food was far from terrible even though Izumi found it to be somewhat bland - still better than her meals during campaigns and much better than she'd expect to find in a dungeon. Feeling like she'd regained much of her strength after the meal, and more determined than ever to free herself after the humiliating bath, Izumi continued to stay alert and wait for any opportunity that she could capitalize on. Even when she finally succumbed to the exhaustion accumulated over the past few weeks of travelling through the wilderness and then her capture at the hands of the Antarans, Izumi slept as lightly as she would when making camp in enemy territory, ready to wake and spring into action at the slightest sound.