Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 5

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Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 5It took Xena over an hour to complete the two semi-circles. Some Ladies permitted only a brief kiss on the toe; others made Xena kiss and lick for several minutes. By the time she had finished, Xena’s neck, back and tongue were aching abominably. That was, however, pain preferable to that of the switch falling, which it did several more times on her little tour of submission. “Kneel before the Princess,” ordered the Overseer. Xena crawled into position and knelt erect. She remembered how often she had been put into suspension before she could make herself kneel in this fashion. Princess Venetia quite ignored her. She was busily chatting with Lady Tavia who was seated on her right hand side. Xena remained kneeling immobile, her heart filled with hatred for this woman who had ruined her life. She was filled with hatred of herself as well… for her weakness in submitting to her so utterly. But what was the alternative, she asked herself? Simply, she knew, it was pain beyond all bearing. Beyond all reason. Unendurable! Then Xena saw Venetia’s glinting eyes upon her. She shivered, feeling weak and helpless before such awesome power. What new devilry was she planning? “Are you beginning to feel more like my slave than when I first had you brought to me?” asked Venetia. “Y-Yes, Highness …” answered Xena. Indeed, she certainly was!“Good… good…” nodded Venetia. “Now, slave, I think it is time you entertained the Ladies of the Court.” Venetia signed to an Overseer by the doors. The doors were opened and there were gasps of surprise and excitement as a nude male slave entered. He was ugly, he was big, he was hairy and paunchy. Quite revolting, in fact. Beyond that, he had a long, thick prick and large balls. He came before Venetia and bowed low. Automatically, Xena turned her head slightly… and uttered a cry of shocked horror. “Is there something the matter, Xena?” asked Venetia coldly. “Don’t you like the look of this handsome male slave… with his lovely cock? I had him specially selected for you.” Xena could only make choking sounds of dismay, shaking her head from side to side. “You, slave, are now going to suck that lovely big cock,” continued Venetia. “Nooooooo… NOOOOOOOOOO!” cried out Xena. “Oooooh… OOOOOHHHH… I CAN’T!” Venetia smiled. She had expected such a reaction and was delighted. “You refuse?” she asked softly. “H-Hi-Highness… I c-can’t… I just… ccaaaannnn’t… I CAN’T!” The very idea was totally revolting to Xena. It was something she had never had an inclination to do and, in fact, had never done in her life. “Really?” said Venetia coldly. “Well, we’ll see about that.” Another sign and two more Overseers carried in a leather Punishment Block. Xena recoiled at the sight of it. She remembered how mercilessly she had been flogged in this very chamber a few days previously. “NO… NNNOOOOO… NOOOOO… HAVE MERCEEEEEEE!” The Block was set down and a struggling Xena was seized and lifted up. All the Courtiers were looking on, completely enthralled. Thump! Down went Xena on the Block, hindquarters thrusting high. Straps secured tightly. “Yes… we’ll see,” repeated Venetia. “Bring two studded martinets.”“STOOOOOPPPPP… OOOOOOHHHHHH STOOOOOPPPPP!” Xena was shrieking, tugging wildly on her bonds. She was in total panic. It really was most amusing to see! Two Overseers stepped forward, one on each side of the Block, their martinets dangling at the ready. All could see the three zircon studs at the end of each of the three thongs. Many knew, of course, just how agonising those martinets were. “Let me know,” said Venetia, “when you are ready to suck the cock that is waiting for you.” It was seen that the male slave was already steadily coming to erection. Venetia raised her hand. In quick succession the first two strokes fell, one from the left, one from the right, the thongs stripping the uplifted buttocks, the zircons biting cruelly into opposite flanks. Xena screamed piercingly in torment, her head pounding up and down, her bottom juddering madly. She had experienced pain before. Plenty. But never pain quite like this. It was mind-bending. Again the martinets went up and then cracked down in quick succession. “YYYYYAAAAIIIIIEEEEE… EEEEEGGHHHHH… AAAAAGHHHHH!” shrieked Xena. Her screams echoed round the Chamber, seeming to bounce off the walls. Venetia leaned back, chin in her fingers, looking very content. She was wondering just how long this arrogant bitch could hold out. ZZZZWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! ZZUWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! “A-A-A-AAAAAAGGHHHHHH . AAAAAAHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO… NOOOOO!” ZZZZWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! ZZUWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! “AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE… YYYYAAAAAAGHHHHHHH… MERCEEEE… NOOOOO… NNNOOOOO MORE! MERCEEEEEEE!” ZZZZWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! ZZZZWWWEEEE… SSSLLLAAASSSHHHHH! Already Xena’s buttocks were so well striped there was very little white flesh to be seen. “NNNNEEEEEEGGGGHHHHHH… AAAAAGHHHHH… A-A-A-AAAAGHHHHHH… STOOOPPPP… ST-STOOOPPPP… I… I… AAAAAGHHHHH… I’LL DO IT… I WILL… I WILL …” “Let’s make sure,“ said Venetia icily. She signalled for the flogging to continue. Four more slashing strokes fell. Xena’s cries filled the Chamber. Awful half-demented cries. “YYYYYYAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH! I’ll do it… I WILL… I WILL…! STOOOPPPP… OOOOOHHHHH… STOOOOOPPPP!” Anything… ANYTHING… was better than this agonising torment. Venetia raised her hand. The flogging ceased.Chapter Five Xena was removed from the Block and dragged before Venetia. She could not stand. Her mind was reeling. The depths of her horrors were fathomless. How could this be happening? How… HOW? “So, slave… you are now ready to obey my order,” said Venetia smoothly. Apart from Xena’s heaving sobs, there was complete silence in the Chamber. Every heart was beating faster, blood flowed like hot wine. Princess Venetia could not have devised anything more delightful. She was indeed worthy to rule Barbaria! Xena made no answer. She was incapable of speech. “Answer!” rasped Venetia. Xena could only make incoherent sounds. But she nodded her head several times in affirmation. Then Venetia signed for the gross male slave to take his place on the dais before her. His erection stuck up strongly and massively, now quivering slightly. His piggy eyes were upon Xena’s lush nakedness. He was glad he was odunpazarı escort one of the Sythian male slaves chosen to accompany Princess Venetia. He spread his legs a little to allow Xena to kneel between them. It was incredible to think that this woman had once been a Princess. Certainly she was a real beauty. But never had he imagined in a million years he would be sucked by a Princess! Xena was forced down on to her knees. The solid prick reared up before her. Her mouth was out of control, her nostrils flaring, her breasts were heaving frantically. The sight of that male projection revolted her completely. How could she make herself do it? How? “Suck that cock, slave,” commanded Venetia harshly. “Or I’ll have you put back over the Block and flogged!”Already in agony, Xena could not endure the thought of further agony. The horror of sucking that obscene erection and threat of more torment, raged within her. It was a war. Then Xena suddenly went icy cold within herself. She shivered and shuddered uncontrollably. She HAD to make herself do it. She knew. The alternative was not to be endured. She HAD to… Feeling nausea rise within her, Xena bent forward, took hold of the root of the solid cock, and, half retching, slipped the purple knob into her mouth. There was clapping, cheering and laughter from the watching audience. Their ex-Princess had just descended into a pit of the utter degradation. They could have asked for nothing better. Feeling that everything was unreal… that she was living in a kind of nightmare… Xena began to suck. Just the knob. It was hard… how hard! She wished she could be struck dead at that moment. But she had to go on… And on… and on… and on… and on … “Get more of it into your mouth,” ordered Venetia. The Overseer with the switch had stationed herself behind Xena. Xena’s mouth slipped down an inch. She made a retching sound. “More!” insisted Venetia… and signed to the Overseer. The switch bit cruelly into Xena’s already lacerated buttocks. With a shriek, Xena jerked her mouth away, leaving the rampant prick. “Get it in again… Now!” commanded Venetia. In terror of more torment, Xena did so. She managed to get about three inches of the length into her mouth. “Suck… suck… SUCK!” called Venetia. Xena sucked as best she could, stomach heaving. Revulsion was like a brand within her. Then the recumbent slave took hold of her hair. The mouthing good, but he wasn’t getting enough. He began to push Xena’s head up and down so that the prick slid in and out of her mouth. Aaaah… that felt better! Xena’s mouth was being used as a masturbation device. She went on sucking, but rather feebly. Choking and retching sounds came from her. Venetia smiled contentedly. It must be quite some ordeal, she reflected, to be made to suck your first cock under such circumstances… and in public too! The slave began to bounce Xena’s head up and down, faster and faster. He was beginning to pant. It was not going to be a long ordeal, Venetia realised. But that didn’t really matter. Faster and faster … The slave began to groan and jerk. Xena, Venetia realised, was trying to jerk her head up and get the cock out of her mouth, being aware of what was about to happen. But the slave maintained his grip so that she had no chance of escape. Groaning and gasping, the slave mounted to a climax. Then, to applause and laughter from the watching Courtiers, he ejaculated into Xena’s twisting mouth. She struggled violently, still striving to escape. But, gripping her head firmly, the slave went on spurting and spurting until he was drained. Only then did he release her. Retching and moaning, Xena rolled away, mouth slavering wide, male seed dribbling down her chin. Her eyes were screwed tight in an effort to blank out the infinite revolting horror. She shuddered and shuddered and shuddered. “Lady Cera,” said Venetia, turning to one of the members of her Court. The woman addressed had long blonde hair and a willowy but shapely figure. “Yes, Highness?” “You will doubtless have noticed, Lady Cera, that the slave, Xena, is a novice at this particular sexual activity. She does not suck strongly, she does not get enough cock in her mouth.” “Yes, so I had noticed. Highness.” “I would like you, Lady Cera, to take over the training in cocksucking. I leave it entirely to you as to how you proceed.” Lady Cera’s big blue eyes brightened. “I shall be delighted, Highness,” she said. “So that when this slave is brought here again for a similar purpose, we can expect some improvement.” “Oh indeed you can, Highness,” beamed Lady Cera. The thought of being able to train Xena in this way was pure delight. “Get out,” said Venetia to the hairy male slave. Paunchy and bestial, he rose from the dais, bowed to the Throne, then stumbled from the Chamber. Tavia placed her hand on Venetia’s arm. “That was fun, Highness,” she said. “Are you going to have her fucked?” “Oh indeed. Well and truly,” smiled Venetia. “From now on, fucking is going to be the staple diet of Xena.” There was laughter at this. Xena remained lying half on and half off the dais, shuddering uncontrollably. Was this nightmare never going to cease? Once again, Venetia signed to the Overseer at the door. Within minutes, four brute male slaves entered, all bollock naked. Many of the Ladies looked with horror… but also sadistic excitement… at the swinging male organs. What a hideous display, they thought. Those with strong lesbian tendencies looked at them with disgust; those less so inclined looked at them with something like awe, tinged with fear. How fortunate they were not going to have to deal with such big, muscular brutes! The four slaves lined up and bowed to Venetia. “Fuck this creature,” she ordered, pointing down to the prostrate Xena. “in turn… and in whatever fashion you like.” Xena started up when these awful words came to her. Her eyes were wide and wild. Then she saw what awaited her… and screamed loudly. She struggled up and seemed to be about to attempt to flee the Chamber. But the first slave in line seized her and forced her back onto the dais. Xena went on screaming as the slave, a cropheaded man with a piggish face, mauled her breasts and flanks. The feel of this lovely lush body struggling against him soon had him in erection. The other three dalyan escort slaves stood, with folded arms, looking on.“I wonder if she’ll come,” said Tavia, watching the slave position himself dog-fashion behind Xena, gripping the root of his ten-inch cock in his hand. “Oh, she’ll be made to come all right,” said Venetia. “Because I’m going to have her fucked until she does.” “How delightful,” laughed Tavia. “She’ll fight it, of course, but she won’t win.” “How very shaming for her,” said Tavia, happily. “Very,” agreed Venetia. The kneeling slave got his big cock in. Frantically Xena tried to wriggle away. No use! The slave had her firmly held by her flanks. He rammed his solid length in one single thrust, penetrating to the hilt. An ululating wail came from Xena, whose head was thrown up and back. Her mouth gaped, her eyes bulged, her pink tongue could be seen flickering, the sinews in her neck straining. “She felt that,” tittered Tavia. “She did indeed,” said Venetia, noting how intently all the Courtiers were looking on. Delight, cruelty and lust shone from their eyes. For a few moments, the slave savoured the depths he had just entered. Then he withdrew slowly and went back in slowly. He was in no hurry. He wanted to make this last. What a superb ass this woman had! Out… IN… Out… IN… Out… IN… Out… IN… With Xena gasping at each strong thrust. She gritted her teeth, determining not to be overcome… and totally shamed… as she had been in the cage. The size of the brute was horrendous. But she must ignore that. In any case, he was hurting her. She hated the b**st who had mounted her; she hated Venetia with an unimaginable intensity. Xena concentrated her thoughts on revenge and tried to forget everything else. Not possible, naturally, but she made the effort. When I have this woman in my power, she told herself, I’ll have her fucked continuously. Fucked to death! Out… IN… Out… IN… Out… IN… Out… IN… Now a little faster.She’s beginning to feel warmer, thought the slave. He increased his pace further. Mmmm… she felt good. Although, he had to admit, there was a lack of co-operation in her haunches. She just knelt there, an abject to be ****d. There was a silence in the Chamber but for the man’s heavy breathing and Xena’s little moaning-gasps. “Don’t play around with her, slave,” ordered Venetia suddenly. “Fuck her strongly.” She was hoping this would bring Xena to a climax. The rutting slave increased his pace at once, thumping his hairy belly hard against Xena’s soft buttocks. Well, if that’s the way they wanted it, so be it. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out as long as he had intended. Xena gasped and gasped as the rampant slave rammed and rammed. Fast and hard… Fast and hard… Faster and harder… faster and harder… Xena was now getting a truly solid fucking and Venetia was looking closely for signs of her being overcome. But she could see none. Her teeth were still fiercely gritted, her eyes now screwed tight. “Uuuggghhh…” she groaned, each time the bone-hard organ pounded into her. She fought it. She fought the power of it. She would not surrender. “Uuuuuggghhh… uuuggghhh… uuuggghhh… uuuggghhh…” The slave began to snort piggishly. He had abandoned any idea of making a prolonged session of it. His lust was surging stronger and stronger. He was just going to fuck as powerfully as he could until he shot his load. He ground his teeth with the effort. He was beginning to sweat. Now she was really warm and soft… but there was little liquidity to her. This bitch, he realised, was striving to resist his brute male power. It incensed him and the slave fucked almost frenziedly as he strove to conquer her.But the frenzy couldn’t last. It was the slave who was conquered… by his insensate lust. He suddenly ejaculated in torrents, whilst Xena slumped down, groaning horribly. But there was a little bubble of triumph in her heart. I resisted him, she thought. Then the slave withdrew and scrabbled away. Immediately he had done so, Xena was entered again, by a brute of similar size. He hauled her up by her flanks and, from the start, fucked fast and furiously. Xena began to fight again. She must resist. She must… She MUST! What nature had intended, she would strive to deny. With all her might. But she could feel the irresistible sensations beginning to rise within her. SHE MUST NOT GIVE WAY! That’s what they all wanted, these she-devils, who were all gloating over her decline and degradation. So she would deny them… The slave felt an increase in lubrication and more warmth and fucked even faster and more furiously. He’d been going at it hammer and tongs for three or four minutes, but how long could he keep it up? The answer was, about two more minutes. To Xena’s intense relief, the eruption came just when she thought she might be beginning to lose control. She was sobbing with relief as the slave withdrew from her. She thanked the Gods forgiving her strength. Then the limp organ was at once replaced by another, hard and solid. And, it seemed, even bigger. “This will get her going, I reckon,” she heard Venetia say. It strengthened Xena’s resolve to fight on. But not for long. Soon she became aware she was steadily losing the battle. She was getting hotter and wetter; receiving those unwanted but so tempting sensations within her. Fight… fight… fight… she told herself. But she was weakening… and she knew it.“Come, you bitch… come…” growled the slave in her ear. “You… aaahh… you… can’t… hhaaahhh… hold out against… my cock…” It was true. With every thrust, Xena’s resolve was going. To her horror, almost as if they were independent of her… her haunches began to act and react with the slave’s thrusts. Her thighs began to feel weak, her belly to quake. “He’s got her going,” said Tavia. “Looks like it,” nodded Venetia. “Keep at it, you brute,” called out one of the Courtiers. “Fuck the arse off her!” The slave was doing just that. Not only was he big and strong, he had stamina. He knew he was conquering this creature he had been given. He could feel her pussy accepting him even more readily. Then eagerly! He heard her gasping and panting, making little gagging sounds in her throat. She was mounting fast towards a climax. Xena cried out despairingly. She datça escort knew she was defeated. There was laughter and clapping as she lost complete control of herself. Now she WANTED that thumping big prick. Wanted it to pound and pound irresistibly into her. More… more… more! Faster… faster… faster! “Hoooorrrr… hhhaaaarrrrr… eeeeeeee… eeeee…” Xena had begun to squeal ecstatically. There was more laughter, more clapping. But Xena didn’t care any more. She was lost in a tide of rising lust. She was over the brink. Flooding, flooding down. Lost… lost… totally lost. She cried out again and again… squirming uncontrollably… as she spent herself again and again. And again … “What an exhibition,” said Venetia derisively. A few moments later, the slave erupted into Xena… his job well done. Out he came… and in went the fourth prick, already rampantly ready. The new slave delighted in the hot succulence he encountered. Lucky I went last, he thought, as he began a rhythmic pattern of thrusting. The slave beneath, limp and helpless, was moaning all the time. Were they moans of pleasure or dismay? No matter. What really mattered was that he had a hot juicy pussy to enjoy. He glided in and out, hearing the squelching sounds. Then, to his delight, he felt the woman’s bottom beginning to squirm. He increased the pace of his pounding. And the woman increased her squirming. Now, he realised, the moans were becoming genuine moans of pleasure. “He’s got her going again,” said Tavia. Venetia nodded. “Randy bitch,” said Venetia. She was delighted that Xena had been conquered once… and was now obviously going to be conquered again. She watched intently as Xena’s bottom squirmed more and more convulsively. Then, soon, uncontrollably as her hindquarters jerked back and forth. “Eeeee… eeeee… a-a-a-a-a-hhhhhhhhhh!” squealed Xena. Again, she no longer cared. “She’s coming again,” said Tavia rather unnecessarily. Venetia smiled. “But, at last,” she said, “I think we can say she has paid for her pleasure!”A short while later, Xena was crawling round the semi circle of Courtiers again. She knelt erect before each one in turn, hands on top of her head. She was not entirely in control of her features. Tears ran down her cheeks; her mouth was rubbery. Her message to each was similar, as she was looked on with gloating cruelty. “I want to thank you, My Lady, for having me fucked in front of you.” “Enjoy it, did you?” enquired Lady Flavia. “Y-Yes… My Lady,” quavered Xena. What else dare she say? “It looked like it… towards the end. Enjoy big cocks, do you?”“Yes, My Lady…” What else dare she say? Certain punishment awaited any denial. “Move away, slave,” said Flavia. “You smell of male sweat.” Xena moved away. Crawling. She felt exhausted; totally dirtied and degraded. She had been mocked and derided by the assembled company. She had sucked and been fucked. Treated like an object rather than a human being. She had been savagely flogged. The pain was incessant. Indeed, Xena now realised that pain was going to be a permanent part of her existence. Ahead lay a night chained in her uncomfortable cell. Tomorrow a new day of degradation lay ahead. Was it any wonder that tears cascaded down her cheeks as she knelt erect once more in front of Venetia? “I don’t know what is the matter with you, slave,” said Venetia sneeringly. “You have just had four lovely big cocks shoved up you. What more do you want?” Xena could only sob and sob, her superb breasts rising and falling constantly. Only hate and the hope of revenge kept her alive. “Show the company your arse,” ordered Venetia. “And your wellfucked cunt.” Xena trembled with the efforts to obey. But she knew she had to, unless she wanted to endure more torment. She went on to hands and knees, thrusting up her hindquarters and widening her thighs, before the whole company. Her humiliation was total as the Courtiers gazed upon her wealstriped buttocks and saw the pink fig of her depilated pussy. I am still a Princess, she told herself as she knelt there in complete degradation. Higher in rank than any of those here who look upon me. It gave her some small comfort. But not very much. “Take her away,” ordered Venetia. At once an Overseer fastened slim chains on to Xena’s nose and nipple rings. On all fours she was led out of the Chamber which rang with female laughter and – loud applause. The laughter was for Xena, the applause for Venetia. This new Ruler had not only released them from servitude, she had conquered their hearts.Painfully, Xena made her way down into the dungeons. Her multiple weals stabbed and stabbed without a moment’s pause. She recalled with horror the total agony of the studded martinet. She sobbed with self-pity. How could they do it to her? Whatever she had done, one of her rank surely did not deserve this terrible fate? They arrived at her cell and the Overseer unlocked the door. Xena screamed as the Overseer cruelly yanked her in, her nose and nipple rings pulling painfully. “Up…” came the order. Xena clambered up on to her hard wooden bunk. The chains were removed from her and a heavy iron collar locked around her neck. From the collar ran a chain to a ringbolt in the wall. It was a totally unnecessary form of extra security. She had not the slightest possibility of escaping from her cell. It was, indeed, merely a symbol of her servitude. The door slammed, the key turned. Left in total darkness, Xena contemplated her revenge upon Venetia. Not tomorrow. Not for many a day. Maybe it was years away. But… one day… she would have it. Of that she was sure. It was the only thing that spurred her on to continue her vile existence.Xena was having a dream. It was a wonderful dream. At last she had Venetia in her power. She had the woman secured so that her bottom was high and her thighs splayed wide. Xena had been ramming a very large dildo indeed up her sex for about half an hour. Then she got a slave to do it for a further hour. Venetia was in a semi-delirious state, begging constantly for mercy. But, of course, she wasn’t going to get any. After the dildo had done its work, she was going to have her fucked for five solid hours. After that, the dildo would go up her arse-hole… and the whole performance would be repeated. Including five solid hours of bumfucking. That would teach her a thing or two! Xena was woken by stinging slaps on her upturned bottom. “Time that backside of yours was attended to,” said an Overseer’s voice. Then the freezing liquid was liberally applied; liquid which was soon burning fierily. Agonisedly. Yet healing her. Xena sobbed bitterly. She had been woken from a beautiful dream and returned to her living nightmare.

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