Merame had been trained to resist and ignore pain.  It had been ingrained into her as a part of her Lookshy training, and it had only been heightened when she was placed in the Special Operations Units.  She had<em>not</em>, however, had such training against<em>pleasure</em>.  Pretty soon she was crying out with each firm thrust that Yifa drove home into her innards.  She could feel the big tool brushing against the end of her tunnel, hitting there with every single stroke.<br/><br/>And then she changed angles just a<em>little</em>, and Merame was positively drowning in pleasure, her body working on automatic, mind shutting down with each passing moment.  It just...it just felt so damn<em>good</em>.  Even if it was a surprise that she had not been looking forward to, once she realized what was going on.  She cried out along with Yifa, feeling herself go over the edge, feeling herself filled up with a warm fluid...feeling it leak out of her and drip down to the ground.  The assembled Icewalkers did indeed see that the Breaking was done.<br/><br/>Yurgen was there, too, having watched this.  "Very well.  The Breaking is done.  Yifa, take her back to your tent and complete it.  You know what to do."  Legally, by Icewalker law, Shieldmaidens were not permitted to have possessions, but one.  This was the Clothing, where Yifa would give her her only legally recognized possession.  Tradition held that Shieldmaidens could have more, especially if said possessions helped defend their Oathholder, but that was not legally binding, it was custom.