Shock and recovery

She had lost. Lost the battle of wits when she hadn't seen the second attack coming. Lost the battle of blades because she had lost view of her surroundings. Lost because she lost track of her actions. She had lost her virginity to a dirty slaver. Lost...

"A lost battle is lost", she unintentionally recalled the words of her sensei.

"No amount of regret will undo made mistakes, nor will prayers resurrect the fallen, and not even the Gods can turn back the sun.", he had lectured her as they were sitting side by side on the floor of the dojo, before he rose to his feet "Assess your losses. Their losses. The change of situation. Plot a strategy which turns the your last defeat into the prelude of your enemies' final.", the gray-haired man had continued, pounding his fist to emphasize each sentence, and had concluded smiling: "Then, with **** for the dead as strength and duty to the living as guide, win."

The dead and the living... Shiro recalled the princess. The princess she had sworn to protect. Which had been kidnapped in front of her eyes. Her honor too, lost then.

'No', the ronin chided herself. 'The safety of the princess is the war for my honor. The ****... just a battle. If they had wanted to kill her, they wouldn't have staged such an elaborate plot just to kidnap her. Her life would be safe, for now at least. Her chastity...' she surpressed the thought. She was worth more to them untouched. And even if one of their leaders eventually claimed her for himself, the samurai should have a few days...

'Assess your losses', she repeated. The princess had been taken, destination unknown but likely learnable. Her hands were bound, there were no weapons in reach. Legs were free. She had been deflo...

Their losses - 7 dead. One archer, five man with minimal training. One dojo-trained, seasoned warrior. Their leader had escaped alone but might have linked up with other forces. One fighter remaining.

The tactical situation... her assailant had let go of her when she stopped struggling afterwards, but the way her hands were bound she couldn't effectively harm him in this position, no could she more than inconvenience him with her legs.

Strategical... she had to learn the destination of the enemy leader, then follow him and rescue Masa. She herself would either end up enslaved or killed unless she managed something.

Plan... Shiro considered. Maybe if she... her train of thought came to an end abrupt.

Despite the pain, and completely disregarding her mental anguish, her had body become aroused by purely physical part of the events. Before her pain had drowned it out, and then the shock had dampened it, but the sensation of something slowly growing inside her... for a moment she was disgusted at herself. Slowly pushing deeper, rubbing against her, opening her while it grew erect again... then she smiled inwardly. 'Yes... this will work nicely.'.

She didn't suppress the quiet moan that escaped her lips.

The man looked down on the young woman he had defiled. She had killed all 6 of the fodder; and even managed to kill one of them. Then she had continued to struggle as he took his pleasure with her, tasting her sweet mouth and violently seizing her womanhood. Only when he had came deep inside her had she fallen in a state of shock. As he mustered her - the shapely breasts, full lips, the green eyes, enticing whether full of hatred or shock - he felt himself grow hard again.

He was about to seize head again when she gave an unwilling moan from her.

Shiro felt her ravisher lifting himself off her, nearly pulling himself out of her as he shuffled his legs, then hands grabbed her by waist, lifting her up.

Half pulling her, half pushing, she felt it ram back into her, causing her to moan louder while letting her legs hang loosely as if she had forgot any intention of resisting.

She angled her head to the left, her cheeks a-blush, as if to avoid seeing her despoiler through her half-closed eyes, and raised her hands to her mouth, seemingly trying to stifle with the back of her hand her ragged breath which had grown rougher with every move.

'I'm..., nearly...' once more the man thrust into her, but halted just before their flesh would've slammed into each other, slowly pulling back again. Just as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye it he reversed violently. Eyes opened wide a yell of pleasure burst from her mouth.

He began hammering her wildly, her breathing collapsing to a rapid series of of gasps and unintelligible cries as each varying thrust sent a stronger wave of pleasure through her body; her hands besides her mouth as if she had abandoned her last shred of seemliness.

"...mo,...i,... a..ya...,sou, ..wa, .keAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

As her head went white as succumbed to orgasm, causing her body to shudder uncontrollably, she barely noticed when his seed shot into her womb a few moments later.