tamed by their leader

Shiro grabbed the downed warrior’s sword nearby, jamming it backward. The sword slid cleanly through her kimono’s sleeve, hiding the strike until it ran in the other man’s chest. He screamed out in pain, Shiro grabbing her own sword and spinning around to cleave his head off. It had taken some effort, but she had taken them down…

One more fighter stepped forward. The woman was tall with long hair as thick and black as tar. She had a small piercing in her nose, and seemed to just adore the color black. Eye shadow, lips, boots, nails, and a leather bodice and skirt, all black. A short blade was on her side, and her biceps were huge enough to be two or three times the size of Shiro’s, and breasts the size of basketballs. She had an excited smile on her face, cruel eyes bearing similar pleasure at the sight of her downed comrades and the wearied Shiro. She was Judy Black, and while they didn’t know each other personally, reputation told Shiro that she was trouble.

Judy gave an inviting motion as she walked calmly at her, drawing her sword slowly. Shiro stayed calm, and lunged to strike suddenly at her, but she was weary and her last foe seemed ready. An upward swipe met her blade, Judy’s powerful arms giving strength behind it to whip her sword spinning into the air. She cursed quietly and tried an unarmed strike, but the cocky woman dropped his sword and grabbed her wrists. More specifically, she clapped a pair of silvery cuffs around her wrists, oddly not bound by a chain. She pulled her wrist free and tried to swing at Judy… but her strength was sapped rapidly, slowing to a halt before she could reach her.

Her arm fell limp short of the slaver and fell frailly on the grass. Her eyes widened in panic and Judy smiled cooly at her. “Knew you weren’t going to go easy.”
Enchanted cuffs, she assumed, though not having encountered them before. She could barely move her fingers with any control, and the strength sapped from her arms and legs as they moved.

The slaver grabbed her by the hair, Shiro grunting feebly on all fours as Judy smiled down at her. “The things people will pay for a tough pretty thing like you… plus your own **** already! We‘ll make a fortune off you two!”

Judy dragged her off, Shiro **** to crawl after him to minimize the pain in her roots, brought to a large cart. The men were tying Masa in place with chains alongside several other girls in shoddy clothing, though presumably because they were real slaves rather than princesses in disguise. At least Shiro could take mild comfort in that they didn’t seem to recognize her as a princess.