Her body was, she knew, performing a most exquisite betrayal; despite her hatred of the man coiling cold fingers around her heart, his mouth took gently up the gauntlet of her sex that his fingers had let fall, coaxing forth the slow, sweet cream of a body ready to be joined by another.<br/><br/>But she had trained much to make her body do what she willed it to, and despite this strange new onslaught, she remained determined to not be what he tried to name her - she was woman, warrior with her strength as yet unknown. She would not bow and be a slavegirl simply because he knew how to find the heat between her thighs, not even though he tortured her with the knowledge of it. She was strange among her people for the look and height of herself, willowy and pale, but stronger for her size, and she would not betray them nor her training by succumbing to the kisses his mouth pressed to her darker netherlips - not even when he suckled a part of her in such a way that her body jerked up into a hard arch and then fell tensely to the floorboards again with a tight gasp.<br/><br/>"Steal from me as your bitch mistress roam steals from my people, but I will NOT ask you to take from me!"