Claimed: The Warriors of Nur by C.C. Coats

mysteriously extinguished.  To drain it, a stone was removed from an opening that fed into a channel located at the bottom of the tub, where it then drained into a hole at the base of the wall.  She’d been hesitant to bathe in what look to her like a big old fashioned cook pot, but she relaxed slightly when she realized that the fire would be extinguished before she got in. 
    The ‘toilet’ area was what did her in; it looked like… the equivalent of a, well…a urinal.  Like the sink, it resembled a gravy bowl, with a cascading waterfall along the wall behind it.  There wasn’t a fire, thank GOD,’ cause there was just no way she was boiling her girl parts.  She’d just have to hold it.  The problem was that the bowl was set only three inches from the floor.  The only way to use it, if you had to…not pee, was to hunker down until your butt was damn near in the bowl.  Leo couldn’t figure out how to do it without showering her whole backside in the waterfall.  Luckily she didn’t have clothes on, or they’d have been drenched along with the rest of her.  The water had been surprisingly warm, so at least she didn’t freeze, but she’d had no choice but to wait, wet and naked, until someone returned for her.  It wasn’t until her second trip, that she’d learned that it was actually supposed to be used that way.  Apparently there was no toilet paper equivalent here. 
    She’d eventually been given clothes too, or rather, she wasn’t completely naked anymore.  She’d been given a libsa , which was really a halter dress, or it would be if there was more material to it.  It was obviously made for a slimmer woman, probably the mother of the rapists- to- be, and fell only to mid-thigh.  She was more curvaceous than its original owner, and it clung to her breasts and hips like a second skin.  The only thing covered in the back was her ass, and she had to thank God for that.  She’d looked at it doubtfully.  The drastic plunge of it exposed her to the deep curve at the base of her spine; any lower and--
    The material was a soft animal hide, the dark brown color complementing the creamy swirl in her skin. 
     
    Leo noticed the still figure that stood within the doorway.  He was the only one she’d seen or spoken to since the conversation with his oh-so-charming mother. 
    Rasipni, the male who’d met Kereteki on the journey here, was the youngest son.  She’d seen no one else; the only indication that they weren’t the sole occupants was the sorrowful wailing that echoed persistently through the halls. 
    In the time she’d been here, he alone had cared for her, washing and dressing her wounds before her strength had returned enough for her to make use of the bathing chamber.  He’d feed her broth soaked bread, her stomach unable to take more after such an extended stay in the land of no food.  He’d gently cleaned her when she vomited up the first meal she’d scarfed down, patiently feeding her a second meal when he was done.  When she was strong enough to go to the bathing chamber, but not strong enough to care for herself, he’d carefully bathed her bruised body after finding her wet on the floor after her first toilet experience.  Soothingly, he’d washed her hair, carefully removing the bits of debris as he unbraided its heavy mass.  He’d washed it, careful not to pull on her scalp, still tender from being dragged by his father.  He’d cared for every inch of her, the evidence of his body’s desire obvious, but at no time had he touched her sexually. 
    Setting her meal beside her now, he unchained her so she could eat.  Her hands tingled painfully as the blood rushed back into her fingers, and she flexed them to help the circulation. 
    “Eat, Leo’Nya. ” His voice rose no louder than a gentle rumble.
    Quickly tiring of being referred to simply as Aljeni , she’d asked him to use her name.  Since he seemed to be the only one she was going to be allowed to talk