Whatever her situation might have been before, Yamashita was now freed to take whatever action she needed to by Cervantes actions. As a hostage, she had been prepared to give her word as she had done with Hifuki, and then considered herself bound by it. But she'd surrendered to Hifuki, respected the woman as a warrior, and thus had been prepared to accept what she'd taken from her as penance. Cervantes hadn't beaten her, either personally or strategically, and instead had captured her under a truce flag. This violation of her body nullified any particular feelings she had about attempting to be a good hostage, and she was both troubled and elated by the sense of freedom she felt.<br/><br/>First though, she would need to endure the experience, something she found incredibly difficult to do. Unlike the creative use Hifuki had put her to, Cervantes was simply using brute force to overcome her body's resistance, which was both more painful and more thorough than the bandit queen had been. Despite her teeth locked in her lower lip, she made soft groans as the Sealord bruised her thighs against the table's edge, his hands firmly set on her waist to hold her in place. The intensity of it, the sensation of being split open so deeply was torturous and oddly stimulating and Yamashita's pretty face was soon set in a scowl of concentration, anticipating every thrust with dread. Her body responded where she would prefer it not to, easing the way for him with slickness and relaxed muscles and the increased penetration made her gasp.<br/><br/>She was absolutely sure that she would kill this man now, whether immediately after, when his guard was lowered, or at some later point. Either way, she owed him no honour.