Into captivity

As Sadarth was dragged away, she realized that she had made Asidia into a regular paranoiac. I should have expected she wouldn't want me to sneak up her again, Sadarth thought, as she was dragged through the mud by her captors. It wouldn't be very hard, she knew, for them lift her up. It might even have been easier, given how light she was. But, that was not the point. The point was to soil her. Sadarth kept a stern face, though. Most of the camp was still asleep, with only the night guards out and about.

She got no same number of shocked stairs. Dark elves were not a common sight, so everyone who saw her assumed- correctly- that she was Sadarth. Certainly the rumor of the capture of Empress Sadarth, in the nude, no less, would rouse and arouse the camp quickly enough.

Eventually, Sadarth was brought to a cart, with harnesses for draft animals. On the cart was a pole, with chains connecting the top of the pole to a pair of handcuffs. At the bottom were stocks for her feet. There was also a plaque reading "SADARTH, SORCERESS & REBEL." Clearly, Countess Asidia had put a lot of time and effort into her ****.

Her captors wasted no time locking her in. The stocks left her legs spread out, leaving her properly incapable of crossing them, and the pole which kept her arms high and away from her body was also slanted in such a way to ensure that it did not impede the view of her backside.

Sadarth was left there, covered in mud, for the viewing pleasure of a gathering crowd of jeering soldiers.

"Look at them tiny tits!"

"I prefer an arse on me women!"

"Look at the naked witch! What's got people so scared her of anyway?"

Sadarth kept her face stony cold. They were insects, and she would crush them, just as soon as she recuperated her mana. Which, seemingly, was not coming back. Whatever mage Asidia had hired to lay the trap at her tent had also put an enchantment on this cart to prevent Sadarth from recuperating her magic.

Damn them all, she thought. One of the female soldiers had just pulled down her pants, revealing to Sadarth her rather large buttocks. Seemingly, her comrades were impressed by this. Tasteless swine.

Sadarth's ruminations were interrupted by two splash of cold water. She narrowly suppressed a shriek of panic as the water flowed over her. She shivered and looked to her left and right, seeing the two women who first captured her, holding recently emptied buckets. One them was also holding another, full bucket with a ladle in it. That one climbed up on the cart and pulled the ladle out. "Drink," she commanded.

Someone of lesser intelligence than Sadarth might make a fuss about refusing the water and not accepting anything which came along with captivity, but Sadarth was no fool. She would need water, so she drank.

It was going to be a long ride.