She pays the price for carelessness (caution: )

When Shiro regained her senses the man was already forcing her arms over her head.

While trying to wrest her arms free, she quickly took note of the situation. The slaver was kneeling on her right side, her katana and the corpse lay near her left leg.

Meanwhile the slaver had produced a small rope and was tying her hands together.

Having bound her to his satisfaction, he then proceeded to roughly open her robe before starting to manhandle her breasts.

Shiro, trying to ignore this ****, pondered her options: All martial art techniques that required strikes were out of question, as where the throws. She considered a head-butt, but even if he had held his head at exactly the right angle and position she doubted she'd be able to inflict enough damage - unlike that one girl who had trained her neck muscles she had met in... her thought process was interrupted by the rough yet not quite unpleasant sensation of a tongue playing with her right nipple.

'That girl was better at that as well', the ronin thought and **** a grin.

The man left off her breast, and let his eye flicker between her eyes and her now erect nipples, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Before Shiro could think of a reply, he stood up and knelt down near her hips, grabbing her legs and forcing them open.

Seeing a small opportunity, the ronin's right knee shot up, but as she had expected the assailant easily dodged it and stepped between her legs.

'This is it', Shiro reflected sadly. A gasp escaped her lips as the slaver roughly inserted a middle finger into her vagina. After a few quick strokes he withdrew it and hastily began to work on his clothes.

Resigning herself, the ronin closed her eyes and prepared for the now inevitable penetration as she felt a light touch on the lips guarding her pussy.

Suddenly a hand pressed her arms against her forehead while another grabbed her jaw.

'What' - her mind went blank as a bad-tasting tongue invaded her mouth.

This at least she had wanted to save, even if everything else were to be defiled.

Her eyes stared at the ravisher in shock while she tried to remember the sweetness of her latest lover's kiss, then her thoughts crashed back into reality when he proceeded to savagely infringe on the place she had dedicated only to the fairer sex despite her renewed struggle.

She had expected it. Prepared herself, even. Yet all she could do was utter a single gasp.

The man over her had ceased moving, as if to savor her wide-eyed shock, but she hadn't noticed.

All her senses were turned inward, toward the unmoving object deeply embedded in her. The object which had moments before violently burst through her maidenhood. Which had... she exhaled explosively and gasped again as it slowly retreated, the violently surged into her again.

And... Shiro **** herself back to her senses, **** her breathing normalize. **** herself to... it steadied itself, fell into a quick rhythm.

She felt her tongue caressed, assaulted... Shiro finally snapped back.

With a renewed strength she tensed the muscles of her arms, but only managed to create the slightest gap. Struggling, she noticed the increase in pace, the short pauses after each thrust. He violently breathed into her mouth, pierced into her, breathed in, pulled back, slammed... something hot surged into her, reaching even the last untouched places.