Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

As the slave writhed and cried out in pleasure from her touches, Izumi couldn't help but garner some enjoyment out of the girl's reactions. Her voice and breathing were both exquisitely erotic, and the way that she started thrusting her hips back with wanton lust and need only made the samurai further increase her own pace until her hands were practically blurs of motion. Not only that, but it was also the first semblance of power or control that Izumi had been given a taste of since being taken captive.

She watched with fascination as the slave's body was wracked by the throes of what seemed to be quite a powerful orgasm, finding that she wasn't bothered at all by the girl's juices gushing all over her hand. In fact, she even kept pumping her fingers until the girl finally gave out a shudder and a heavy sigh of satisfaction. Her own breathing having grown slightly heavier from the effort, Izumi was given a few moments to rest while she wiped her hands on the bed sheets and listened to Opehlia's comments and next command.

She was quite slow in complying this time. It hadn't taken much for Izumi to convince herself to pleasure the slave with her hands, and she'd even ended up liking it, but the next challenge was quite different. This time she wouldn't be pleasuring a slave from a dominant position, but instead having to get down on her knees in front of one of Opehlia's giant lackeys, which seemed infinitely more demeaning.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but just as before, Izumi knew that she had little choice. Hesitantly, she climbed down from the bed and sank to her knees, scooting closer to Ika. The indecision would have been obvious on the samurai's face, as she was clearly less confident in how to pull this task off than she'd been with the last one. Placing her hands upon the guard's thighs, Izumi closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she leaned in tentatively, finally sticking her tongue out to give Ika's womanhood a short lick.

Izumi pulled back almost immediately, suddenly overtaken by a strong feeling of repulsion - not so much towards Ika, whom she simply disliked, but towards herself for how she was allowing these wicked whores to debase her.

Ika quirked a brow at the pitiful lick, not even eliciting a response from the tall woman that indicated pleasure. Ophelia frowned severely at the display and shook her head. It was not so much the display of distaste or rebellion that irritated her but the lack of flexibility shown in Izumi. Giving pleasure seemed fine when it was on terms she could enjoy but when it was something she might not enjoy she stubbornly refused. It was an undesirable trait in a pleasure slave and one that the head of the harem needed to weed out before it grew too pronounced.

“You may dislike Ika. You may dislike me. You may also dislike your situation at the moment. However your situation is not going to change no matter what. Do you hold some illusion you could escape the Imperial Palace, the Imperial City, and then trek thousands of miles back to your homeland when you are branded in such a manner that would guarantee a fortune for your return? When you cannot even speak the language of Antara? Do not be foolish. You could have ended up in all manner of nightmarish places with your beauty. Instead you are the property of the most powerful woman in Antara. Free men and women would kill for that.” Ophelia said at length, the poor translator struggling to keep up with the slave.

Ika curled her fingers into Izumi’s hair, the grip somewhat painful as she forced the woman’s face closer but Ophelia stopped that with a wave of her hand. The head of the harem was not looking for Izumi to be shoved face first into Ika’s lower lips, as that would tell her nothing. This whole point of this thing was to learn how much the slave knew in regards to giving pleasure in all manner of ways or situations. So far the image she was getting was not exactly the most favorable but not completely hopeless either.

Ika released her grip with a pout and Ophelia continued. “If you don’t show me what you can do I’ll assume that pitiful lick is all you know. I which case I’ll have Ika and her sister demonstrate the proper method on you.” The woman stated, crossing her arms under her breasts and glaring down at the warrior woman.

The head of the harem held Izumi’s gaze unblinkingly, her iron will absolute in the quarters of the Imperial Harem. Ika was restlessly waiting for her turn at finding some release here and glared in annoyance down at the warrior. Ophelia doubted they would be easy on Izumi if it came to them demonstrating everything to her. The twins were her enforcers in the harem for a reason; they were rough, brutal, and most certainly willing to get their hands dirty. Whenever a girl needed punishment they were Ophelia’s instrument.

Izumi's small nostrils flared as she puffed air through her nose angrily, having had quite her fill of Ophelia's admonishments and the infuriating air of superiority that the woman radiated. "And I would kill to be free," the samurai threatened, glaring directly into the slave mistress' eyes until Ika grabbed a fistful of her dark hair. Izumi yanked her head back impetuously as the guard attempted to pull her forward, her hands pushing against Ika's knees. It required a great deal of willpower on her part to keep herself from sweeping Ika's legs out from under her, which she still very well might have done if not for Ophelia intervening by calling off her bitch.

The indignation that she felt from slave mistress' words and judgmental look caused a vivid flush to creep up Izumi's chest and face, her own powerlessness in this situation truly beginning to get to her as Ophelia threatened her yet again.

Izumi suddenly and aggressively brought her lips to bear against Ika's womanhood, a seething hatred burning in her eyes as she sucked hard on Ika's clitoris. The suction pulled the firm little nub out further from beneath its hood so that Izumi could better assault it. She pressed the flat of her tongue firmly against it before starting to move it up and down, her hands sliding up to forcefully grip Ika's strong thighs. Making no effort to keep her nails from sinking into the slaved's bronzed flesh, Izumi pulled her forward, increasing the pressure being applied to her clit while she continued to suck relentlessly, wanting to get this over with quickly as well as to shut Ophelia up.

Realizing that the slave mistress' wouldn't be placated if she only demonstrated a single aspect of her 'technique', Izumi eventually released Ika's clit after a couple of minutes, lowering herself between the slave's legs so that she could furiously lap away at her slit. Her brow furrowed as the slightly tangy and salty flavor of Ika's juices flooded her mouth, but she soldiered on, quite literally forcing herself to swallow the humiliation of her actions.

Ika’s eyes widened and her back arched as Izumi began her assault, her fingers finding their way into the warrior’s hair once more. Her mouth opened wide and released a series of moans, her fingers tensing and her nails driving into Izumi’s scalp. Ophelia smirked at this and noted Ika’s sister regarding the entire affair with a pout. Izumi was clearly quite skilled when she put her mind to the task; the trick was getting her to actually do it. It might also be necessary to adjust her attitude if she kept trying to rebel, in which case Ophelia had no issue with finding ways to shove her back in line.

Ika’s moans turned to cries at Izumi’s merciless assault, her hips moving forward to press her slit against the slave’s tongue. Her staying power was quite evident as two minutes passed under this relentless assault and still Ika remained in her limbo. Ophelia had chosen Ika for this test for a reason as it would not only test Izumi’s ability to please but also how long she could keep going. However even the taller woman had her breaking point and as she soared higher and higher on her cloud of pleasure she eventually reached the peak.

Her body tensed and from her flowed the fruits of Izumi’s labors, a single loud cry ringing in the air long after Ika was spent. The slave breathed heavily and released her grip on Izumi’s head, wobbling over to lean against the door in her state of afterglow. It was in time that another slave entered the room, this one a pale skinned and red haired member of the northern barbarian tribes. She was about Izumi’s height and possessed a well-toned form, the scars on her body more from swords and axes than whips. There was an odd air of dignity about her as she removed her robe and displayed her form with a bow to the head of the harem.

“I believe you are ready for the last bit. This one will lie on the floor near the bed. I want you to bring her release using only your feet. Once you are finished I’ll give you the rest of the day to get settled.” Ophelia said, gesturing for the new slave to lie down.

The woman rose from her bow and lay on the floor on her back, offering Izumi and wry grin and a wink of encouragement. She folded her arms behind her head and adopted and naturally relaxed posture. The head of the harem rolled her eyes at this. Marissa tended to be an endless source of trouble even for a harem girl. Nothing as violent as Izumi though, more just bucking at Ophelia authority. Perhaps it was that contempt for authority that the Empress enjoyed, Ophelia could not possibly guess though she did know that she would have loved to just wring the red head’s neck. Hence why she was given the more humiliating of the tests.

Izumi growled into Ika's cunt with displeasure when she grabbed her grabbed her by the hair again, this time more roughly than before, eventually even digging nails into her scalp, but that only pushed her to keep licking and sucking harder. She'd already debased herself this far, it made no sense to turn back and face Ophelia's wrath now, so she kept applying herself to get it over with. The feedback that Izumi was getting in the form of the slave's moaning, her abundant wetness and the way that she gyrated her hips forward so demandingly told her that it wouldn't be too much longer.

Izumi was forced to swallow some of Ika's juices as her mouth was forcefully kept locked againt the slave's cunt while she climaxed, the humiliation burning down her throat. When she was finally released, the Samurai pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, though the slave's taste and scent both continued to linger.

Thankfully, Izumi's next and final test sounded like it should be considerably less demeaning, at least to her, and she was also relieved that wouldn't have to perform it on Ika's twin. Instead, it would be with a new pleasure slave that had been beckoned, this one with the most enchanting red hair, contrasted vividly by her extremely fair skin. Izumi had never seen anyone like that before, but she was both intrigued and attracted.

As for the actual task that she'd been give, Izumi had pleasured a man with her feet in the past - several, in fact - so she certainly wasn't averse to the idea, she just needed to work out how to do it to another woman. She thought about for a few moments after Marissa had gotten comfortable on the ground, apparently sharing the same cheerful disposition as the first slave that Izumi had used her hands on.

Circling around towards the slave's head, Izumi hovered her right foot above Marissa's mouth, pressing her big toe against the girl's lips, trusting that she would know what to do. She gave a light prod just in case, encouraging Marissa to start sucking and licking, her own expression remaining neutral and impassive for the time being.

Marissa blinked in slight surprise at the offered bit of foreplay but nonetheless smirked up at Izumi in amusement. The red head’s pink tongue emerged from behind her lips and gave Izumi’s prodding toe a light lick, a slight tease. She sat up slightly and gripped the foreign woman’s foot, her grip firm and her calloused fingers indicating no soft upbringing. Marissa then ran her tongue up the arch of Izumi’s foot and towards the ball, kissing at it as well. She kissed at each individual toe as well, possessing very little in the manner of shame or limits quite clearly.

The woman then took Izumi’s big toe into her mouth, swishing her tongue around the digit and suckling at it. Ophelia watched the scene with very little emotion evident in her expression, though she did appreciate the bit of foreplay as well. She had feared Marissa might try something contrary to her orders but that appeared to not be the case. Odd as the woman would normally have tried to spite her by now. Perhaps she was simply sizing up the newest member of the harem to see if she liked her or not. It was not unheard of certainly.

Whatever her reasons were the red head was rather skillful in her attentions to her temporary partner, clearly not new to this particular role. She licked and kissed and sucked in the most sensitive places she could find, her eyes travelling upward to Izumi occasionally. The green orbs were filled with curiosity as they scanned over the foreign woman’s face though she vocalized none of her thoughts. She finally finished her attentions and Ophelia felt it was time to move on; she had done this to see Izumi’s abilities and not to watch Marissa show off her own skills.

“Nice lead in, however might I suggest delivering attention lower? Only so much arousal can be obtained from foreplay after all.” Ophelia remarked.

“If you’ve never done this to another woman before try rubbing at her womanhood or teasing her breasts. It’s very similar to using your hands only you have toes to work with rather than fingers.” The head of the harem continued, opting to throw the warrior a little advice.

Izumi's initial intention had simply been for Marissa to coat her foot in saliva for practical purposes, to make things go more smoothly once she started touching her womanhood, but she found herself enjoying it quite a bit more than anticipated. She bit down on the corner of her lower lip softly while the comely redhead thoroughly licked her sole and toes, tickling her just a bit, enough to make the samurai squirm ever so slightly.

She sucked her stomach in with a gasp when Marissa took her large toe into her warm, silky mouth, giving it ample attention from her nimble tongue. Izumi's face and upper chest blushed with arousal as she allowed the slave to keep going, actually losing track of time and forgetting about her task until Ophelia snapped her out of it. Surprisingly, the slave mistress was not so abrasive with her words this time - in fact she was even helpful - which resulted in Izumi complying without any attitude or resistance.

Moving her foot down from the redhead's mouth, she groped one of the girl's soft, perky breasts with her foot, massaging it around in a circle before focusing on the nipple. Izumi captured the little pink nub between her two biggest toes and began wriggling them up and down, pinching and stroking Marissa's nipple before briefly giving its twin the same treatment. She didn't linger too long this time before pivoting her body so that she could place her foot over the slave's mound, her big toe managing to reach the girl's clit.

Izumi alternated between stroking it with vertical and circular motions every few seconds for a minute or so before repositioning herself, stepping between Marissa's legs which she spread further with a push from her foot. Pressing the ball of her foot against Marissa's slit, she was happy to find it already nice and moist while she rubbed over its entire length for a while. Not even noticing that she'd licked her own lips while staring down at the redhead's pretty face, Izumi eventually replaced the ball of her foot with her big toe, teasing it through the slave's inner lips briefly before finally deciding that this wasn't the best position.

After pondering for a second, Izumi sat down on her butt and picked up where she left off, easily slipping her toe into Marissa's cunt, feeling its inviting warmth and wetness enveloping her flesh. Now that she was sitting, she was also able to use her second foot simultaneously, using the big toe on that one to rub the girl's clit some more. The samurai's coordination was quite good, so she had no trouble thrusting with one foot while tracing circles with the other.

Finding the redhead's pussy to be quite accommodating, Izumi went ahead and shoved her foot in deeper, curious to see how many of her toes she'd be able to fit as she settled on a rhythm which she kept increasing gradually.

Marissa for her part was clearly enjoying the treatment, gasping and sucking in her breath as the samurai played with her breasts. When Izumi started playing with her clit the redhead’s back arched ever so from the wonderful attention. Ophelia observed the display with a blank expression though silently was approving of the samurai’s ability. When she proved adept at using both her feet at the same time to produce pleasure she mentally praised her coordination. Izumi was a good catch for the Empress indeed though her attitude was in sore need of adjusting. The last thing she needed was the slave shaming her when she was with the Empress.

Marissa bit her lower lip and let out a throaty groan as Izumi pushed one of her toes inside of her, which was followed by another. She was already quite moist and happily coated Izumi’s digits with her juices, arching her back off of the ground. The rhythm that the samurai settled into was wonderful and drew out the slave’s pleasure. The duel sources of pleasure obliterated all of her conscious thought and replaced it with burning pleasure centered between her legs. The pressure just continued to build more and more inside of her until it was too much.

She had not lasted long as between the arousing foreplay and attentions Izumi had granted her Marissa had just been after release. Her body tensed as she reached her release, coating the samurai’s digits with her lust. She fell flat on her back in a blissful state of afterglow, sighing and smiling up at Izumi playfully. Ophelia was overall quite pleased with this entire display. Izumi was not nearly as poor at this as she had feared and if need be could likely provide great pleasure to the Empress when she was finally called upon.

“You are acceptable I suppose. Your attitude needs work; you could be a tad more respectful to your betters. In any event I believe you are done for the day and can spend it resting. I will inform you of your exercise, bathing, and sexual instruction schedules tomorrow. Bathing is certainly something you could use. You look like shit.” Ophelia said, standing and gesturing for the group she had gathered to follow her. In the end the samurai would be left alone with her own thoughts for company and the shackles forged from her old weapons.

Despite the fact that she was being forced to debase herself by going through this pleasure slave training, there was no denying that Izumi was extracting some pleasure from this particular act, especially with the way that Marissa's positive reactions stroked her ego. Her pride had taken more than a beating since the beginning of her ordeal, so even a slight boost to it was more than welcome at that point. For a few brief minutes, she was allowed to feel in control and competent, skillfully working the redhead's sopping cunt with her feet, enjoying her wetness as well as the heat and tightness around her toes.

Observiong Marissa's breathing and sensing her contractions, Izumi could tell that she was edging nearer to her release, her feet moving in a veritable frenzy to make the girl climax hard. Managing to fit her entire foot through Marissa's opening, she pumped it back and forth vigorously while wriggling her toes, her other foot pressing down hard and mercilessly stroking the girl's clit back and forth until she erupted all over the samurai's feet.

At that, Izumi's pouty lips even curved up into the very early stages of a smile - albeit involuntarily - but it was quickly erased by Ophelia's lukewarm endorsement and vexing comments, the one about the bath bothering her the most. Of course Izumi looked terrible and felt even worse, which was something that she absolutely abhorred, and being reminded of it was definitely not something that she enjoyed. She would have made the bitch pay if not for the twin giantesses keeping her protected.

Having slept earlier, Izumi wasn't tired, so once she'd been left alone, there was not much for her to do other than clean herself up as best she could with some towels she'd found in the room. She put the black robe back on just for the comfort provided by being clothed, making her feel slightly less vulnerable and exposed, though of course she would just immediately be stripped again whenever Ophelia barged in.

Once some time had passed and Izumi was relatively certain that Ophelia and her lackeys had left, and that nobody else was coming, she moved to thoroughly inspect the door. Assuming that this chamber had been modified to house her rather than having originally been built as a prison cell, she hoped that she might identify some form of weakness or design flaw. If she could make it out of this room, this section of the palace would likely be far less secure than the dungeon, so she might not even need to keep going through with Ophelia's training in order to get another shot at the Empress.

The door to the room was a solid barrier of oak and the hinges were located facing outside rather than inside. There was also a bolt that could be slammed home on the outside, making the room as effective as any prison cell. Every door but Ophelia’s were like this more to keep her strict curfews in place rather than to bind the majority of the women here. Most were content with their position but in the case of someone that was likely to escape they also served the purpose of keeping them contained. It was a pretty prison cell but still very much a prison cell.

In the next couple of weeks that followed Ophelia assigned Izumi to a number of exercise sessions and her bathing hours. All harem members were required to spend an hour each day in physically straining activities, weight lifting, pushups, curls, squats, and even running laps around the main chamber of the harem. Once this was done a harem member was permitted to bathe away the sweat and such in a warm bathing chamber, the waters treated specifically to grant a pleasant smell to a slave’s skin and hair. Once that was done the training would start anew for Izumi. The first week as nothing but learning how to please and the second was learning to be pleased. There were also lessons on the Antaran Language which were granted by the head translator's nervous apprentice.

In those next couple of weeks Ophelia was both frustrated and annoyed with Izumi and her utter contempt for her authority. She was adept at pleasing the slaves and could likely be a pleasure slave with no equal if she applied herself to the craft. Yet instead she flashed defiant eyes and looked very much like she’d just as soon attack Selana in bed as be pleased by her. It was not something Ophelia intended to let continue. Thus she had sent for Ika and Riza, both tall slaves kneeling before the head of the harem as they waited for her command.

“Izumi is still a bit too… willful. The Empress might enjoy some spirit however I doubt she would enjoy being strangled in bed.” Ophelia started.

“Do you want us to punish her?” Riza piped up, sounding rather eager at the chance.

Ophelia pondered over that. “Not as such. I’m giving her over to you both for the next couple of days. I want you to take her down a peg or two. She thinks much too highly of herself and believes herself superior to everyone here. I want you to prove her wrong there. Show her just where she stands.” The head of the harem stated.

So it was that the two women would arrive outside Izumi’s door late into the evening, dressed in robes rather than armor though looking no less imposing for it. Ika led the way, slowly and carefully sliding the bolt from its position and opening the door. Assuming the samurai was sleeping the pair would creep into the room, each heading to opposite sides of the bed. Riza held in her hands a cloth and assuming they would manage to get close enough would attempt to shove it into Izumi’s mouth while her sister restrained her hands above her head.

Having failed to find faults in the door or anywhere else in her room, Izumi was forced to resign herself to Ophelia's training, having to soldier through it if she ever wanted to achieve her vengeance. Besides that, it was certainly preferable compared to the routine of being dragged between the dungeons and the Empress torture chambers, even if some aspects were less enjoyable than others.

The hour of physical activity per day was no challenge for the samurai who'd spent a lifetime exerting herself far more severely. It felt satisfying, in fact, especially after having been held in a cramped cage for weeks with hardly any space to move. Even in her free time, it wasn't uncommon for Izumi to exercise her fighting techniques in her room when she wasn't studying the texts that her Antaran instructor had left her. Learning a second language was another thing that she found to her liking, surprisingly, if only because it provided her with better means of communicating.

The actual training itself was more hit or miss. Izumi continued to be quite adept at giving pleasure to the other slaves when she was required to, but receiving, on the other hand, proved considerably more problematic. She found it very difficult to relax or get into the required mindset, especially with Ophelia's constant gaze upon her, making her feel more vulnerable and humiliated than anything else. That second week had been far more of a struggle, but she'd eventually managed to sufficiently placate the slave mistress.

Izumi tried to keep her interactions with the other slaves to a minimum whenever they were allowed to mingle, such as when they were exercising or bathing. It wasn't that she had anything against them, or that she abhorred human contact in general, but she was extremely weary of getting close to anyone. It would just be more ammunition for Ophelia or the Empress to use against her, and Izumi knew that she would be far less willing to sacrifice anyone else rather than herself if it came down to it.

There was one girl, however, who would constantly insist on hovering around her and helping her, even after several attempts on Izumi's part to reject her. Seemingly ever positive and enthusiastic, Calypsa just shrugged off the samurai's brusque manner and always went on as if nothing had ever happened. Calypsa was a few years younger than Izumi, a petite and pretty brunette with delicate, almost fae-like features and a gentle soul. She was also a pure blooded Antaran, surprisingly enough - definitely the last person that Izumi would have suspected might become a friend.

Against her better judgment, the samurai eventually gave in to the girl's determination, the weight of her own isolation and loneliness making her all the more inclined to do so. Their conversations - albeit quite rough at first - also managed to greatly increase the rate at which Izumi picked up the new language. It was still far from perfect, but she could at least understand what others were saying for the most part, and she was able to get her own points across, though her speaking was definitely weaker than her comprehension.

Izumi's stay in her new, much more comfortable prison had also had the insidious consequence of taking some of her edge away. Where normally it would have been extremely unlikely for anyone to sneak up on her, whether she was awake or not, a long day of sexual training followed by a soothing bath with Calypsa had resulted in her sleeping far more deeply than she otherwise would have. Her eyes shot open as soon as she felt someone forcing her jaw open and shoving something into her mouth, but before her mind could fully process what was happening, her hands were already being pinned above her head by one of Ophelia's twin guards.

Izumi couldn't tell which one it was, but it hardly mattered, since both of them were bigger and possessed considerably more brute force than she did. Fighting just one of them off when they got the jump on her like this would have been enough of a challenge, two seemed almost impossible, but the samurai's instincts still dictated that she try. Kicking away the sheets, she raised her legs and pulled them back, trying to catch the twin holding her wrists into an armbar so that she could slam her on to the bed and free her hands, with which she might be able to strike at the second one.

Ika grunted as Izumi managed to catch her in an armbar and was slammed into the bed, though her sister was quick to react. Riza drew back her fist and moved to slam the samurai in the gut so that she could get hold of her hands while her sister recovered. Ika groaned and then leveled a particularly evil glare at Izumi as she lifted her own fist up to cuff the foreigner across the jaw. Technically Ophelia hadn’t put a restriction on the force they could use to restrain Izumi so if she was a little bruised when they finished then it likely wouldn’t bother the head of the harem overmuch.

Ika would then attempt to restrain Izumi’s legs to keep her from thrashing around overmuch, while Riza delivered another punch to the side. The more they were able to disorient the woman the easier it would be to restrain her. They carried nothing in the way of bindings to get Izumi tied to the bed, with their both working together and their strength it was figured they would not be needed. The trick here was for one to restrain Izumi while the other had a bit of fun with her, in this case Riza was the one to restrain her while Ika would attempt to climb up on the bed. Besides if bindings turned out to be necessary there was enough material in the room to improvise.

“Hold her down! By the gods she can hit hard!” Ika snarled.

Ophelia had a way of just ordering these little incidents as surprise attacks when she was displeased with something in one of the slaves. Neither Ika nor Riza really minded the tasks, being the assigned guards of the harem had certain perks after all. Their sizes and strength was enough that together they were normally able to overpower any of the slaves in the harem. However Izumi had also been a warrior before a slave, so she was a tad more difficult than the weaker women the twins had tried to restrain. No doubt they’d come out of this with their share of bruises.

Possibly aided by the fact that the twins hadn't expected much resistance from her since they were ambushing her while she slept, Izumi's initial attempts to defend herself proved successful, though they were far from enough to turn her attackers away. Noticing the fist flying towards her midsection, she managed to contract her abdominal muscles just as the blow landed, effectively absorbing a good portion of the impact. It still hurt, but not as much, and it only knocked some of the wind out of Izumi as opposed to all of it, leaving her with some left to keep fighting.

Being momentarily distracted, the samurai couldn't adequately protect herself from the backhand that landed across her jaw and snapped her head to the side. A second punch to her gut followed immediately, this one sinking in much harder since she hadn't seen it coming. Gasping hard as an almost paralyzing pain spread through her abdomen, Izumi was momentarily left defenseless while her assailants tried once more to subdue her.

It was bad enough fighting two bigger, stronger opponents from an unfavorable position, but it was even worse with the way that Ika and Riza seemed to move perfectly in tandem, each of them knowing what the other was going to do before it happened. Izumi's common sense told her that her resistance would be fruitless, and her agonizing gut implored her to surrender, but her heart would have none of it.

When Ika tried to mount her legs, she summoned enough strength and willpower to pull one of them back before ramming the heel of her foot right into one of the guard's breasts. Then, grunting almost savagely, she sunk her nails deep into Riza's hands until the woman was finally forced to let go. With both twins reeling for a moment, Izumi knew that her first priority needed to be getting on her feet, so she rolled herself out of the bed and landed on floor.

The adrenaline coursing through her veins was enough for her to stand up, but she immediately doubled over, clutching at her stomach with one arm while she backed up against the wall. Unfortunately, Riza had been blocking the side of the bed towards the door which had been left unlocked, so Izumi would still need to fight through the two women if she wanted to make a break for it now...but the possibility was there.

Not wanting to give her foes the chance to rally and make another coordinated assault against her, the samurai did her best to repress the pain in her abdomen as she charged Ika with a furious war cry, attempting to strike her hard in the face before tripping and slamming her hard into the floor. Hopefully the old adage about the bigger ones falling harder would prove true in this case, if she even succeeded.

Ika smirked as the samurai charged her and easily sidestepped the desperate lashing out, reaching out to grip Izumi’s longer hair and jerk her head. The hope was that the momentum the woman was exerting would cause her legs to trip out from under her and for the samurai to lose her balance. Unlike Empress Selana who was a mere passible warrior both Ika and Riza had been trained for exactly these circumstances. They both knew full well how to use their sizes to their advantage. One of those advantages was better reach than Izumi could have as well as physical bulk.

The woman had not expected the samurai to try and trip her up though and ended up stumbling backward, losing her grip on Izumi’s hair in the process. Riza finished nursing her hands and had vaulted over the side of the bed, running up behind Izumi. The taller woman wrapped her arms around the samurai to try and pin her arms to her sides while her sister recovered. Riza made sure to keep her face above the samurai’s head so that she would not be able to slam it into her face. Ika meanwhile glared at Izumi with bare aggression.

“You’re going to pay for this inconvenience, cunt.” She hissed.

The twin was pissed about having been hit earlier in the breast and from having been caught off her guard. Riza snaked one of her legs around both of Izumi’s and leaned back against the bed for support so she could effectively restrain her while remaining on balance. Ika meanwhile would attempt to deliver another punch to the gut and then a right hook across the samurai’s face. She was careful to pull her punches to the face somewhat for fear of marring her too much. Ophelia would not appreciate a broken nose on Izumi’s face but most everywhere else was fair game.

Perhaps not expecting the two guards to be any more skillful than the Antaran soldiers that she'd faced thus far, Izumi made the error of underestimating them in her haste to escape. Ika evaded her admittedly wild punch with quickness and agility that she didn't expect from an opponent of that size, and the samurai growled furiously when her head was violently yanked back by her hair.

Despite missing her punch, Izumi had already begun going for her planned takedown on Ika. The grip that the woman had on her hair definitely threw a wrench in her plan, however, so they ended up grappling awkwardly for a moment until Izumi only partially succeeded, throwing Ika back but not down. She might have still been able to capitalize on that minor victory had it not been for the guard's twin intervening at that point, blindsiding her from behind.

This time, Izumi was caught entirely unprepared as Riza pinned her arms to her sides at the elbows and squeezed down hard, crushing her ribs and driving the air right out of her. Instinctively, the samurai whipped her head back, looking to connect with her attacker's face, but instead she found only her collar bone. The blow may still have been hard enough to cause Riza some pain, but certainly not enough for her to let go.

For her efforts, Izumi was rewarded with an even harder squeeze that made her eyes bulge slightly while she groaned hard in anguish, and her suffering didn't end there. With her strength sapped, she could only kick limply as Rize easily lifted her a few inches off the ground, leaving a defenseless target for her sister. "GUUHHHHH!!" the samurai choked hard as another fist drove into her already tender stomach with a great deal of power behind it, awful tendrils of suffering spreading throughout her abdomen, almost causing her to throw up.

Dark, inky splotches spread behind Izumi's eyes when Ika struck her again, this time right across the jaw hard enough to rattle her brain. Her head snapped to the side just as her body went mostly lifeless in Riza's arms, even her feeble struggling being quelled for the time being. "Nnngghhhh..." Izumi began to stir again only a second or two later, this time only managing to writhe weakly as she struggled to raise her head - which was now ringing badly - back up defiantly.

Riza chuckled slightly at the weak resistance and nodded to her sister for the other woman to get ready. Riza then would attempt to force the weakened samurai to the floor as Ika made certain the door was shut, holding Izumi’s arms above her head. This time when Ika returned knelt down on both of the samurai’s legs to keep her pinned, tearing at Izumi’s robes from the waist on down. Ika would be the first and Riza was content with that as she’d likely get her turn in the hours to come. It had been a struggle to weaken Izumi enough to get her ready but it certainly looked like they were close if not there already.

“Hold the little bitch down good, sister; she’s just full of surprises after all.” Ika said, before turning her attention to Izumi.

“Now. Ophelia has been very displeased with your obedience and respect as of late. So she’s sent my sister and I to teach you how to properly lie on your back and shut up while your betters plug your holes. She didn’t specify a time when we’d be done with you so depending on our mood you might be getting beaten and raped well after dawn. Let’s just say you didn’t make the best first impression.” Ika said at length.

Naturally with the cloth stuffed into Izumi’s mouth it would be rather difficult to respond to that little ultimatum however Ika was not looking for words or even acceptance. She drew back her hand and backhanded Izumi, following up with hitting her again with her open palm. A bit of pain to loosen her up or at least take the edge off of some of her struggles. She avoided punching her in the stomach again, having little desire to be covered in Izumi’s dinner. Best to just stick to other places for now until she recovered from the earlier abuse.

Ika’s hands would sneak under Izumi’s robes and ghost over her skin, showing no regard for the samurai’s personal space. She groped around for one of Izumi’s nipples, pinching it hard when she found it and twisting slightly. It certainly appeared like she was planning on getting some payback before actually starting with the deed she came here to do. In an odd way Ika had gained a modicum of respect for Izumi’s abilities and made a mental note to never underestimate her again. The woman was far too dangerous to take lightly.

Easily overcoming Izumi's weakened attempts at struggling, the twins quickly and efficiently got to work, working perfectly in tandem to keep her subdued so that they could move on to whatever else they intended to do to her. It was all that she could do to groan in frustration as the piece of cloth was shoved back into her mouth, making it impossible to speak or scream - not that either would have been likely to do her any good.

When Ika spoke, the samurai understood more than enough of the words to get a clear picture of what was in store for her. Still not having forgotten her humiliating violation at the hands of the Empress in the blood pits, her struggling intensified with the energy and adrenaline of desperation, but it was quickly tempered when a vicious pair of slaps knocked her head left then right. Izumi saw Ika kneeling down over her legs in double for a few seconds before her vision corrected itself and the two images combined back into one.

"Nnnnnnngggghhh!" she protested, tensing her body and shaking her head when Ika began abusing one of her nipples, a considerable amount of pain flaring through it already just from the pinch. However, even that pain was nothing compared to what Ika's threat entailed.

"Nnnnnnnn...nnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!" Izumi continued to writhe however she could manage, a powerful heatwave washing over her and causing her temperature to spike even higher than it already was. The memories in her mind kept teleporting her back to that day when she'd been left chained for Selena to rape her with her own sword, and the thought of being put through a second experience filled Izumi with panic unlike any that she'd ever felt before.

Ika smirked at the desperation in Izumi’s eyes, her hands slowly beginning to rove downwards and gliding over her flesh as they went. The writhing and squirming naturally only drove her onwards until she stopped just above her womanhood. Power and force were interesting concepts and of the two Ika often found herself preferring the latter to the former. She liked using her strength and body to show just how inferior the other was. As such when her hands reached Izumi’s lower lips they wasted no time getting into action.

The tall woman pinched the hood of the samurai’s clit hard and squeezed at the sensitive bundle of nerves just enough that she suspected it would hurt. Next and without any warning at all Ika took three of her fingers and forced them into Izumi, opting to go in hard and rough. Rough was the perfect way to describe her attentions once inside, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace without any attempt to ease the other woman into the situation. Riza chuckled at Ika’s eagerness and shook her head at the other twin. She was certainly the more violent of the two of them in her opinion.

“Try not to damage her too much. I want a turn as well and she belongs to the Empress.” Riza said.

“She has another hole, sister, once I’m done just grab something in one of the dressers. They should have some toys. As for the Empress, don’t worry so much, the bitch will be just fine when she wants her all to herself. Well… physically at least.” Ika said, pausing in her attentions for a moment to respond before starting back up again.

The other twin rolled her eyes as Ika continued her assault, violently attacking Izumi with little holding her back other than the fear of causing permanent damage. Likely, if what she had heard was true, the Empress had already done that to her during their little fight. After a good couple of minutes Ika seemed to bore of this and switched places with Riza while the other twin rummaged through the dressers for the toys. She victoriously produced a metal capped strap-on, the leather of the straps first rate. Ika got the hint and flipped Izumi over on her belly while Riza prepared, whispering to Izumi as she did.

“Ever had anything inserted back there? If not this should be really fun for Riza. Go ahead and scream to your hearts content, no one will hear you tonight. Keep up the squirming, just like the little worm you are.” Ika said, chuckling darkly.

Izumi froze, her struggles coming to a sudden stop when she felt two of Ika's strong digits clamp down around her clitoris through the thin layer of skin protecting it like a pincer. Her eyes widened as she craned her head up to see what the woman was doing to her, an evident expression of distress on her face. She groaned more from apprehension than pain, fully aware that Ika was still only toying with her before getting to the real torment.

The samurai found out quite soon what Ika had in store for her, her loud squeal only partially muffled by the gag as the tight opening of her cunt was suddenly stretched open. Had she been adequately warmed up and aroused, three fingers wouldn't have been enough to cause her any discomfort, but that was far from the case currently. "Nnnnngghhhh....NNNYYYUUUHHH!!" Izumi squealed from the burning hot friction against her inner walls as Ika viciously fingered her without any regards to her well-being, even twisting her fingers around to increase the stretching and discomfort.

As she tried in vein to move her arms and legs, her body arching up, tears of utter frustration and helplessness already started to well up in Izumi's wide open eyes. Even though this time there weren't thousands of screaming Antaran's spectating her humiliation, it felt no less harrowing, hurting her more deeply and severely than physical punishment ever could.

By the time that Ika's fingers finally relented, Izumi was already flushed, panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the ordeal, and she knew that it was only beginning. Her head fell back against the ground in resignation as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to provide her abused womanhood some sort of relief when the twins swapped so that Ika was holding her arms pinned. Riza didn't go for her legs, though. Izumi could hear her doing something in the room, but her vision was blocked by the bed, so she couldn't make out what until Riza returned.

The statuesque guard was holding some sort of device which Izumi had never seen before, but the phallic shape was more than enough for her to guess its purpose. Panic spiked hard though her when Ika implied that they planned on inserting the device into her ass, not contenting themselves to just rape her pussy. Screaming into her gag, she fought hard against Ika when she tried to flip her over, kicking and thrashing with all of her might.

Despite putting up a considerable fight, Izumi still ended up laid out on her stomach with Ika pressing a strong knee down across her upper back while she continued to hold her wrists. "Nnnnnuuhhh...nnnuuhh...nnNNUUUGHHH!!" she protested vehemently, trying to twist her lower body to the side while keeping her legs closed and her ass cheeks clenched as hard as possible, doing anything to keep Riza from shoving that thing into her.

Ika laughed at Izumi’s increased struggles as Riza readied herself, holding her down quite easily in a nicely submissive position. The samurai was skilled certainly but Ika’s brute strength meant more than her martial skill at the moment. Restraining was her typical response to most problems as it was not exactly a good practice to just kill members of a harem. If the Empress wanted to kill her toys then she’d be the one to do it. The twin guards were thus forced to find creative ways to punish. Ika would be lying if she said that she got nothing out of it. Already she could feel wet between her legs.

Riza gripped Izumi’s writhing hips and positioned the metal capped device between her legs right next to her ass. With some minor effort she spread her ass enough that she had clear sight of her target. Once there she slowly moved forward, pressing the strap on slowly against Izumi before pushing it in. The tightness that existed inside most certainly did not deter Riza as she thrust up a good ways until she was fully sheathed. With the same ponderous speed the tall woman withdrew from Izumi, clearly in no hurry.

Unlike her sister Riza gradually increased the speed of her thrusts, a small mercy from the other twin though she was more doing it for psychological reasons. She wanted to give Izumi time to think about what was happening to her, to shatter something fundamental inside. Unlike Ika she understood the task granted to them. Ophelia wanted to show Izumi that here she was not special, that she was powerless and no longer a celebrated warrior. At any moment on the Empress’ or Ophelia’s whim her life could go from easy to hellish. Of course the head of the harem had granted them a couple of days to drive the point’s home. Riza had a few ideas as to how to achieve this goal.

“You know, Empress Selana likes doing that to her pleasure slaves when she really needs to relieve stress. Might want to get used to it.” Ika said.

“I hear she wants you as Imperial Concubine so she’ll have you to herself all hours of the day. I can only imagine what she has planned for you. Really you should be honored that a lowly pathetic little worm like you caught the eye of one descended of the gods.” Riza commented as she worked, her tone casual.

Ika's malicious laughter only angered and terrified Izumi further while she continued to struggle like a bat out of hell, twisting and thrashing any way she could to prevent Riza from getting a good hold on her. It was a losing battle, though, as her aggressor managed to keep her firmly pinned grabbing her hips and pushing her considerable weight and strength down on them. The samurai could only kick her legs futilely while Riza spread them with her own before doing the same to Izumi's ass cheeks with her long fingers.

"Nnnnnnuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she protested again, more desperate than before now that she felt the cold tip of the strapon nuzzling up against her virgin rosebud. The sensation was bizarre and intense, sending a shiver up Izumi's spine and prompting her anus to clench even harder. Clearly, it wasn't enough to deter Riza, who slowly began thrusting her hips forward, forcefully spreading Izumi's tight sphincter with the artificial cock's metal tip.

"NnnnnggghhhhGGHHUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The samurai roared into her gag with pain, biting down on it hard as the strapon broke through the initial barrier that was her anus, only to continue up her virgin passage at the same excruciatingly slow and steady rate, drawing out every humiliating moment. Tears began streaming down Izumi's reddened cheeks anew as her fingernails clawed at the ground, her efforts to free her arms from Ika's grip proving utterly useless.

Izumi's sorrowful howls only intensified as Riza continued to violate her ass, not only physically dominating her, but also reminding her just how low down the food chain she really was - practically just an object to be used and abused rather than a human being. Her desires didn't matter, neither did her past, all that she could do now was suffer whatever the Antaran Empress and her underlings wished to inflict upon her.

After only a few minutes, the samurai's body went mostly still save for the movements caused by her jagged breathing as she went into a state of shock. Her muscles remained extremely tense, however, including those of her anal passage which squeezed down involuntarily around Riza's invading cock, ensuring that the burning friction remained unbearable.

Riza kept going a good couple of minutes after Izumi went limp, figuring that the state she had put her in would make this entire affair easier. She withdrew her metal strap on and nodded to her sister who helped her toss the woman onto the bed like the foreigner was a flour sack. The next thing the both did was to attempt to hold Izumi down if she attempted to struggle once more. Otherwise they both bound Izumi’s wrists and ankles together at the cuffs covering them. The metals adornments were certainly beautiful in their craftsmanship, accessories any slave might desire.

The strap on was removed from Riza and the twin held it out for her sister, who giggled as she put in place. Riza didn’t particularly have anything against Izumi personally, she’d have done this against any slave Ophelia or the Empress ordered her to. Ika though… she had a vendetta against Izumi to deal with after her earlier struggles and the disrespect given to her when she’d been pleasured by her. She wasn’t just satisfied with showing Izumi her place; she wanted to make her regret ever having crossed her. The woman mounted the foreign slave without warning, the cool metal tip pressing up against Izumi’s outer lips.

“I hear the Empress used a sword hilt to violate her. Try going in hard and fast, Ika. No need to warm up.” Riza said.

Ika smirked down at Izumi before following through with the command her twin gave her. There was no warm up and she simply shoved the artificial girth into Izumi, pounding into her hard and thrusting in and out fast. Her hands found their way around Izumi’s throat, pressing down on her windpipe for a few moments before releasing and then pressing down again and then removing the pressure in a torturous pattern. As with the hilt her insertion found its way to the door of her cervix but unlike the hilt it only managed to press up against it rather than penetrate it.

“We’re just getting started, cunt. Ophelia told us we have you for the next couple of days for your failures. Get comfortable.” Ika growled.

By the time that Riza got her fill, Izumi's ass felt as if it were on fire in the worst possible way. She gave out a hoarse groan when the unforgiving metal cock was finally removed from her abused ass, although the burning pain lingered, and the humiliation would no doubt persist long after the pain eventually dissipated. The samurai hadn't thought that she could be dragged down any lower after the Empress had raped her with the hilt of her own weapon in front of a massive crowd, and yet here she was now, utterly devastated after having her virgin asshole violated in similar fashion.

Still paralyzed with shock for the most part, Izumi could only offer up a token amount of resistance in the form of some feeble thrashing and pathetic whimpers while the two slaves bound her wrists to her ankles, leaving her in an even more compromising and vulnerable position. "No, no more...please!" she forced herself to beg for mercy, swallowing the last vestiges of her pride, but the eager and cruel expression on Ika's face was more than enough to let her know just how useless her pleas were.

Izumi managed to choke back a cry as the strapon was shoved back into her, this time being forced through the opening of her womanhood, but she couldn't stop herself from squealing when Ika immediately began thrusting the entire length into her without the smallest modicum of restraint. "Nnnyyyyyaaahhh!! NnnggghhhyyyyaAAAHHH-" her squealing was silenced suddenly when the other woman's powerful hand clamped down around her throat. Izumi thrashed instinctively as her windpipe was constricted sufficiently to prevent her from breathing, but of course her attempts to pull hands back to defend herself were entirely futile.

She could only cough and try to suck in as much air as possible whenever Ika allowed her to breathe in between bouts of choking. All the while, Izumi's body was still being rocked violently, her breasts bouncing with audible slapping sounds as Ika's hips and thighs crashed into her, driving the full length of the strapon through her cunt, battering her sensitive cervix. Despite the pain, despite the unbearable humiliation, Izumi couldn't prevent her body from eventually reacting to the stimulation.

Her inner walls gradually began to moisten, lessening at least the agony from the friction caused by Ika's thrusts in exchange for an even greater sense of shame as she felt disgusted by the fact that she could gain any amount of arousal while being violated against her will. The choking only made it worse, clouding her mind whenever it was deprived of oxygen and seemingly amplifying whatever carnal pleasure that her cunt was being forced to experience.

"Nnnnuuuuugggghhhh...uuuunnGGGHHH!!" Even Izumi's cries were beginning to evolve from squeals of anguish to extremely reluctant moans, but the most embarrassing of all was when her wetness grew to the point where some of her juices began to trickle out, streaming down in a small rivulet over her perineum and rosebud before dripping onto the bed, leaving a small but growing wet spot. "No more! NO MORE!!" the samurai pleaded again, even more desperately this time before turning her head to the side and tucking it into her shoulder, trying with all of her might to keep herself from moaning again.

Ika noted that the gag had fallen out in her sister’s previous attentions however she didn’t particularly care. The slapping of her breasts was music to the tall woman’s ears and her cries turning to moans were a lovely addition to the chorus. Riza was casually leaning against the wall nearby, her eyes fixated upon the scene with amusement quite clear. Ophelia had been so very kind to give them a new toy, especially one with so much fight and spirit. For Riza it made the act of attempting to break her that much more fulfilling and Ika obviously just enjoyed brutalizing her toys.

“Hear that sister? Sounds like the toy has forgotten its place. Keep it up.” Riza said.

Ika grunted in response, backhanding Izumi sharply for talking out of turn and continued her attentions regardless. In all actuality Riza doubted what they were attempting was something the Empress wanted. The tall woman had served the Empress enough to know her desires, her kinks, as well as her preferences. She had enough coy and demure doormats, which was why Riza and her sister saw so much use. Ophelia loved Empress Selana a bit too much in her opinion, however it was an opinion she kept to herself. Riza knew her place and wished very much to stay there due to the… perks.

Ika continued her furious assault upon Izumi, not letting up for a moment. The woman’s fingers once more encircled the other woman’s throat though they waited before pressing down. She was waiting for the signs that Izumi was closing in on a climax. Once she saw that she would clamp her fingers down without restraint, squeezing the air from Izumi. She counted under her breath as she choked the samurai, making certain she measured the seconds correctly. When she started reaching the point where the samurai could likely pass out Ika would release her hold upon her throat.

"Your betters say when you've had enough, bitch. Learn that quick and save yourself some beatings." Ika spat, slapping Izumi once more.

Izumi hated herself for begging, especially because she could tell that it only gave Ika even more satisfaction as she kept furiously thrusting her hips back and forth, pummeling every inch of Izumi's cunt with that unforgiving metal phallus. She could feel herself crumbling, her mind flooding with the traumatic memories of Empress Selana raping her in the arena and now intermingling with the newer images of Riza and Ika taking their turns. The frustration at being rendered helpless, unable to even attempt to defend herself was too much to bear. She'd trained her entire life as a warrior, a samurai, only to be reduced to this...a pleasure slave that even other slaves could freely abuse.

And as if being violated wasn't bad enough, now Izumi's humiliation was being escalated to a new level as Ika continued pounding her without any signs of relenting, threatening to force an orgasm out of her against her will. Already feeling lightheaded from the on-and-off strangulation, the sharp backhand across her face left the Samurai dazed, making it that much more difficult for her to fight to keep herself from being pushed over the edge.

The samurai's face contorted in agony and she grabbed her feet with her hands, squeezing down tightly, her toes curling as she willed herself not to give in, not to cum, but Ika's assault was too much. Izumi gave out a low, throaty groan through gritted teeth, her muscles suddenly going rigid, and just at that precise moment Ika's strong hand also clamped down around her throat, causing her womanhood to tighten involuntarily, upping the friction even further.

When her climax finally hit a moment later, it was as if the floodgates had been opened, brutally intense ripples of carnal ecstasy wracking her body. While her face gradually darkened from red to purple and her head throbbed heavily, Izumi's inner walls spasmed uncontrollably around the strapon buried deep within her, her juices gushing out all over Ika's midsection without any restrain with every contraction. She sputtered and gurgled desperately as her eyes glazed over and began to roll back into her head, everything but the earth-shattering release that she was experiencing seeming to fade away into nothingness.

Until Ika finally released her throat and slapped her again, brusquely jerking Izumi out of the depths of unconsciousness and back into reality. She coughed and wheezed desperately for air, her tongue sticking out of her open mouth as her thighs trembled and her hips continued to twitch wildly in an up and down motion, her juices still squirting out in smaller bursts with every cough. Her body covered in sweat, head pounding as if it had just been hit by a battering ram, Izumi stared up at Ika with widened eyes, but it was clear that she still wasn't all there yet, her brain still being scrambled by the aftermath of her climax.