<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275522.msg13583731#msg13583731">Quote from: Faeli on 07-10-2017, 22:00:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">nsfw</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/sample_9b041f12e2477289d3601d23d981eaa6_zpsldhgidqo.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Akari Hifuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13505460#msg13505460)</strong><br/>Time:  Y0S3, first month<br/>Location:  River Bandits Castle<br/>Tagged:  Hisayo Yamashita<br/><br/><em>Hifuki smiled slightly.  She had been hoping the warrioress would prove to be more concerned with practicality than appearance.  Mentally, she was forced to add an additional chalkmark under the 'Respect' heading in her cerebral tally.  She stepped forward and knelt before the captive, immediately seizing the woman's left foot and pulling it firmly upwards, tilting it in a series of directions and pressing probing fingers into her ankles, calfs, and the topmost ridge of her foot.  If the woman's boots had been armored (and thus removed with the rest of her armor) then the Bandit Queen appeared content to press through the folds of her footwraps, but if boots still remained they would be deftly removed.<br/><br/>Hifuki worked quickly, professionally.  Her fingers did not linger or caress as she moved, but also did not appear to be considering her captive's comfort or modesty.  As she worked her way up Yamashita's legs, she would dig her fingers abruptly into the backs of Yamashita's knees to cause them to impusively buckle forward just to enjoy the woman's squirming attempt to keep her feet, and as her hands got still higher, towards her captive's thighs she firmly tugged the woman's legs slightly apart as she squeezed and searched all around her upper legs, the edges of a hand occasionally brushing across the thin cloth covering Yamashita's slit as she would press her fingers into the woman's inner thigh.<br/><br/>Then, just as Yamashita would be steeling herself for the woman to search her most intimate areas, the Bandit would stand and grab one of Yamashita's arms, inspecting the woman's fair skin and pulling her arms slightly upward.  She spent almost no time on the areas that could plainly be visually searched, but carefully and methodically pressed, prodded, and squeezed the tender flesh of her captive's upper arms, neck, and shoulders.  <br/><br/>Stepping behind her, Hifuki ran her fingers down the woman's back, giving her what could almost be mistaken for a very brief massage before her arms encircled the woman's waist, pressing into her upper hips and stomach as her fingers moved one again upwards, her hands pressing into the woman's breasts with neither timidity or fanfare, her fingers pressing the woman's shirt into the cleavage between her breasts and lifting them away from her body, ensuring that nothing could have been strapped along their undersides.<br/><br/>Finally, the woman's hand's slide downward, pressing firmly into the woman's delightfully curved ass, giving the woman a gentle, possessive squeeze and then circling her hands around to slowly nestle between her thighs, her fingers running along Yamashita's slit, pressing the woman's underclothes against her in a manner that suggested, but didn't require, intimacy.</em>  "I will take it on faith you don't have anything hidden in a more secret area..." <em>the woman whispered into her captive's ear, before stepping back suddenly. <br/><br/>Taking several additional steps, the Bandit Queen smirked and gestured to an open doorway, licking her lips demurely.</em>  "I am confident you are unarmed.  Please, you may find your quarters here..."<br/><br/><em>The bedroom beyond was shockingly nice compared to the dungeon cell it could have been, featuring a four-post bed, an impressive array of blankets, pillows, and several casques of wine scattered somewhat haphazardly.  The window was narrow and let in the evening chill (which was likely the reason for all the pillows) and an armoire could be seen, though whether anything lay within remained a mystery.<br/><br/>Once Yamashita entered, the cross-bar would be removed from the room, thus keeping her from barring the bandits outside, and the door would be closed behind her.  Several hours would pass, and then the door would be opened again, admitting a noticeably drunk Bandit Queen who would shut the door behind her and stagger over to the bed, falling heavily upon it and, potentially, upon Yamashita as well.</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The implied intimacy of the search left her uneasy, but she could not fault Hifuki for making it as thorough as she had. This was a woman who knew what she was doing, and there was something in that which soothed what remained of her ego. At least she had not been defeated by some lumbering bear of a peasant who thought with his stomach or balls. That her vanquisher was beautiful, accomplished and vicious seemed to make her personal situation somewhat more bearable, though the tally of deaths held against her that day would not be soothed so easily.<br/><br/>Left alone in the room, Yamashita's attention was at first taken up with making herself familiar with the environment. It was clear that the room was normally occupied, and by the standards of bandits, positively luxurious although her own tastes lent themselves to decor which was a little more spartan. Curiosity encouraged, but politeness prevented the exploration of the armoire's contents, and thus Yamashita simply moved to the window, standing framed in the narrow space to look down at the courtyard below. Already the bodies were being moved, piled, stacked like logs to be burnt, and there was a deep sense of wrongness in her soul that she should have been the unwilling agent of such slaughter. Civil wars were always the most bloody, she knew, and looking down at her bloodspattered hands, she felt as if the marks would become permanent.<br/><br/>For the better part of an hour she stood there, shoulder propping her against the wall, eyes blind in the darkness as she stared into the night, no longer seeing, simply remembering the years she'd spent as General Matsumoto's concubine. The strategic wisdom she'd learned at his side, the many games of Go where he'd lectured her on military theory - all of it had come to this. It took her a long time to find strength in those memories, to remind herself that it was the struggle which formed the will to succeed, heat which tempered the blade, and exertion which formed muscle. As unpleasant as this experience had been, it was not yet the end, and she had found the beginning of a path which might lead through this with honour.<br/><br/>"Ahh, Takeda-san," she murmured softly, turning away from the slash of dark night and regarding the dark room. "May you know the value of my loyalty."<br/><br/>She felt around in the dark until candles and flint were found, lit a candle and began the process of wiping as much of the gore from her body as she could. Left only on the extremities, she stripped off her boots, used a strip torn from the bottom of her shirt to clean herself, and finally unbound her braid, delighted to see that it was not bloodsoaked. The process was tiring and eventually, Yamashita pulled herself onto the bed, feeling oddly vulnerable and yet too exhausted not to fall into slumber within moments.<br/><br/>The noise of the door, the sound of stumbling feet in the dark and then something hit her across her stomach, and Yamashita yelped, realising after that brief second that the weight across her body was an arm. Her hands found the limb, explored it's smooth and muscular shape to the shoulder, and realised that it was her captor who had just thrown herself unceremoniously onto what was in all probability her own bed. The position of that arm, possessively across her own body, would be a coincidence.<br/>"My apologies, Lady," she managed, her voice slurred from sleep. "I'll remove to the floor..."