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(Two weeks have passed) Miralda slapped Karena’s face. Hard. She always slapped hard.
“You’re looking sulky... and I don’t like sulky slaves ...”
“N-No... no ..- Mistress... I’m not s-sulking!” Miralda slapped the face again... left and right. “Don’t talk back to me, slave,” she snapped. “If I say you’re sulking, you ARE!” Karena got two more stinging slaps for good measure. Her normally pale cheeks had turned bright red, her ears were ringing. She had got used to being slapped by Miralda... but that scarcely made it any more enjoyable!
“Have you been fucked today?”
“Y... Yes... Mistress...”
“Who by?”
“I... don’t know their names, Mistress... Lady Tavia had two male slaves sent in ..”
“Two, eh? So you’ve already been fucked twice.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, let’s make it third time lucky,” said Miralda. “Leo can fuck you while you tongue me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yes, Mistress.” Miralda thought Karena’s reply sounded almost genuine. She was certainly coming along nicely. The constant threat of the Treadmill, the strap, the rod and the martinet were moulding her into docile subservience. Miralda called out for Leo to come to her chamber and, removing her short robe, lay naked on a couch. As her thighs parted, Karena slid down between them. The next moment her lips made delightful contact. As Karena was a natural lesbian, this was one of the tasks that did not disturb her. She was also an expert with her tongue. Leo came hurrying in, seeing the two naked women together. What now, he wondered, bowing low.
“Come here ...” Leo hurried to the side of his Mistress. She removed the painful bulldog clip from the end of his penis and also the two smaller clips attached to his balls. Leo let out a little sigh of relief.
“You will fuck Karena,” ordered Miralda. It was an order Leo didn’t mind at all receiving.
“And you will fuck her for a long time. I think you’d better have a wank first.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Leo would have liked to have mounted Karena at once but he had no option but to obey. Perhaps it was all for the best; if he came off too soon for Miralda’s liking he would certainly be punished. He knelt and, gazing at Karena’s shapely young bottom, he saw the girl’s head bobbing up and down vigorously as she probed and probed with her tongue. Miralda’s features were already looking slightly seraphic. Soon Leo was up and solid. He pumped his hand vigorously, feeling his lust mount fast. He had got used to wanking in front of women and it no longer caused him any shame or embarrassment. Gasping, he ejaculated then, when he had recovered, bent to lick up his own semen. As he must. Miralda looked down with callous indifference to this act of degradation she always made Leo perform. He deserves nothing else.
“You may play with her,“ she said. Karena’s bottom quivered slightly. He knew that she disliked being fucked by him just as much as he liked fucking her. That pleased him for, of course, at one time he had been her slave and subject to her every whim. Just as he was now Miralda’s slave. Life for males was so unjust. Would he ever be granted his freedom? He was beginning to doubt it. Miralda was seeming to enjoy her domination over him too much. Leo kissed and fondled Karena’s soft buttock cheeks. He could feel her trying to cringe away. No hope of that. Then he put his hand between her thighs and played with her sex lips and clitoris. She liked that even less, he knew. He heard Miralda gasping with pleasure and knew she was being brought to her first orgasm. She would have several more yet. Leo took his prick in his hand and began to play gently. It wouldn’t be long now. He had good powers of recovery and there was a great deal of temptation right before him. Thicker. He was already swelling a little. Hardening, too. It felt nice. A male slave’s life was a wretched one but it did have its moments. Gradually Leo got fully hard. He reckoned he had quite a good cock but it was not as good as some of those studs in the Palace! They must really put the wind up the slave girls they serviced! Fully erect, Leo knelt higher and took hold of Karena’s flanks. He could feel her shuddering. Nice. Before him was Miralda’s lovely nakedness. Also nice. He recalled the days when he had been made to fuck her. Even nicer. But those days were over. Now he had Karena and Zena to deal with. He couldn’t complain! Positioning himself, he thrust in slowly but surely, filling the silkysmooth sheath. He felt Karena shudder again and, momentarily, she raised her head and gasped. Miralda’s eyes opened wider.
„I shouldn’t do that again, if I were you, slave,” she said. Karena went to work with even greater zealousness. Leo fucked her at a slow, steady pace. He knew he had to make it last... and he felt he was just in the mood to do so.
Leo had been fucking in the same steady fashion for something like half an hour. Miralda had had three orgasms and looked very content. I wonder how many more she’ll want, thought Leo. It was getting difficult to control himself. Then Tavia came in. She was leading Zena on a collar and lead. The girl was on all fours.
“Been taking her walkies?” enquired Miralda in a husky voice.
“Yes... all round the outskirts of the Palace. I think some of the citizens quite fancied her. I see Karena’s getting what she likes best of all!” Miralda smiled and nodded.
“Yes ...” she said, “been getting it for half an hour or so now.” She glanced at Leo. “Ready to shoot your load, slave?” she asked.
“Y-Yer... ess... Mistress...” replied Leo with a sense of urgency in his voice. Karena had been stimulated to hot juiciness and control was getting more and more difficult.
“When I raise my hand,” said Miralda. “Th-Thank... you... M-Mistress ...” gasped Leo. He was very glad to see that Karena was fast bringing Miralda to her fourth climax. Her haunches were squirming and she was uttering little squeaking sounds, ever higher and higher pitched. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted. She must be coming any second ... She was! Leo saw the hand go up and, with a sudden frenzy of thrusting, unleashed himself into a jerking-twisting Karena. Oh lovely... lovely... lovely! You couldn’t beat a tight six-teen year old. A real little wriggling beauty. With his head in Karena’s smooth back, Leo slowly recovered. Miralda was sighing contentedly. One way or another, thought Leo, Karena had done a good job!
(Another week has passed) Xena was being trained, along with five other female slaves, to use an oar. Venetia had decided she would, from time to time have her as one of her galley slaves on the Royal Barge. It would be enjoyable to watch the ex-Ruler of Barbaria sweat under a hot sun while she toiled her guts out. A water-filled tank was used for training. The slaves sat on individual benches alongside the tank, into which their oars projected. The trainer moved up and down on a catwalk, a thin whip at the ready. A drum dictated the pace of the sweep of the boars... and this varied from slow and steady to fast and furious. But pace wasn’t everything. Bladework and style were closely watched. Only the best was good enough for Princess Venetia.Xena had been on her oar for an hour. She knew she would remain on it for yet another hour. She was sweating profusely for the chamber in which they toiled was humidly warm. Her mouth was sagging a little and her breath rasping. The trainer’s whip was beginning to fall more frequently, though Xena herself had not yet felt it. Her mind kept going back to the previous day. Or was it the day before that? Venetia had had her put in the mobile cage again... with twelve male slaves. Once more she had been dragged twice round the City of Nexos, to the accompaniment of cheers and jeers of derision and laughter. She had been fucked too many times to remember and, in addition, now she was considered an adequate performer, she had to suck many slaves, too. Xena had been taken back to her cell in a state of total exhaustion and put under sedation for twenty four hours. Then she had been brought before Venetia and, weeping, forced to give an account of what were termed her’ adventures’.
“How many times were you fucked, slave?” asked Venetia imperiously.
“I... mmmmf... I... mmmfff... mmff... c-can’t r-remember, Highness...” sobbed Xena.
“Can’t remember?” Venetia looked astonished. “I suppose you got too excited to remember.”
“Y-Yes, H-Highness,” agreed Xena wretchedly. She had got into the habit of agreeing with everything Venetia said, no matter how vile or untrue it was. “And I suppose you can’t remember how many cocks you sucked either, slave.”
“N-No, Highness... I humbly beg pardon, Highness...” Venetia smiled faintly. It amused her to reflect that, a few weeks previously, Xena would hardly have imagined herself begging her pardon for not remembering how many cocks she had sucked! Indeed, the very idea of ever sucking a cock would have been beyond her. Cera had done a good job there and, not long ago, kneeling at Venetia’s feet, Xena had given an excellent demonstration of her new capabilities.
“Next time you go on a little tour,” said Venetia... and Xena’s mind reeled in horror at the thought she would have to go again...
“You will count the number of times you are fucked and you will count the number of cocks you suck. I shall want a full and correct report.”
“Yes... mmmm... mmmfff... yes, H-Highness...” whispered Xena, bowing her head in despair.
Cccrrraccckkkk!
Xena was brought out of her nightmare reverie by the trainer’s whip falling across her straining back.
“Your stroke is getting too short, slave!” came the bellow. The trainer waited alongside, whip trailing, to make sure Xena lengthened her stroke to her satisfaction. Xena did.
(Two more weeks have passed) Once more Xena was brought before Venetia.
“I am lending you, for a week, to a friend of mine,” came the announcement. “He is a friend of mine and an ally. His name is King Reenus and he rules the nearby island of Pyres. Are you not honoured, slave?”
“Y-Yes, Highness,” croaked Xena. Venetia nodded.
“You are indeed. I hope you behave yourself well.”
“Yes... oh yes... Highness,” Xena assured her.
“I hope so for your sake, for I shall get a full account from the King. I would not like any of my slaves to displease him in the slightest.”
“I... I... under... understand, Highness,” said Xena weakly. What new horror now awaited her?
After a restless night contemplating an uncertain future, Xena was put aboard a galley-ship and taken below in chains. On the way she caught a glimpse of one of the galley-slaves. Surely it was Livia, once one of the members of her Court? The wretched woman looked a good ten years older.
After a two day journey, Xena was brought up on deck. She saw that they had arrived in a small port in a strange island. Then she was hustled into a cart and taken to what she presumed was the Palace of King Reenus. Her apprehensions increased. What kind of man was he? She was soon to find out. Xena was taken not to a cell, as she had expected, but to a quite luxurious room with an adjacent bathroom. This had a marble sunken bath... the sort of thing she had been used to in former days. She was attended by two girls who were obviously slaves, like herself. They were beringed in nose and nipples and also wore many bangles around wrists and ankles. They had lustrous dark eyes and their skin was dusky and gleaming. They were, in every sense, beautiful.
“We are to take charge of you while you are here,” said one of them. “My name is Ibi. This is Tora, my fellow slave. You will do as we say or our Master will be displeased. We would not like that.”
Now used to submission and slavery, Xena accepted what was said. There was a time, not long ago, when she would have flown into a spitting-clawing rage at such words.
“We are going to bathe you, oil you, massage you and scent you,” said Tora. “We want you looking and feeling your best for our Master.” Again Xena accepted what was said without demure. She was now indeed a shadow of her former self. The two dusky slaves spent quite some hours attending to her. Washing and combing her hair, making up her face, painting her nipples, sex lips and anus, attaching pendant jewels to her nose, clitoris and nipple rings. Then Xena lay down on a soft, silken bed. It was quite like old times. She wept softly. A few hours later, Ibi and Tora came to take Xena to the King. They did not chain her; she simply walked between them.
“Remember,” Ibi said bef ore they left for the Royal Chamber, “you move, once you are in the presence of the Master, our King, only on your belly. You insinuate yourself along like a snake. You always address him as Master... and you obey him in the minutest degree. You have been sent here solely for his pleasure. Make sure you please him.”
“Yes,” answered Xena meekly. She was aware now that she had truly become a slave. They came to a pair of big golden doors. Sentinels pulled them open. Ibi and Tora signed to Xena to go to her knees. Then on to her belly. She found herself on smooth cold marble.
“Move,” said Ibi. Xena slithered forward, not knowing where she was going. She was aware they had entered another chamber. Words were spoken. Then Xena slithered into another chamber. I am like a snake, she thought. Certainly as low and as submissive.
“This is the slave Xena,” said a clarion-like voice, “a gift, Master, from her Royal Highness Princess Venetia.”
“Have her come forward,” said a deep, growling voice. “I shall see if I will accept this gift.” Under the direction of the two slaves, Xena slithered forward. She was tense, in dread of what was now going to happen. She was a gift. Nothing more. And a gift must please. There was a silence. Then the sound of drink being poured into a clinking goblet. Then the slurping sound of drinking. Xena remained with her nose pressed to the marble floor. She was shivering with dread. “Kneel erect,” ordered the slave Ibi. Her Master had made a signal. Xena knelt erect, automatically placing her hands on top of her head. With shoulders well back, her milky white breasts, so fulsome, thrust superbly. Her eyes seemed to be shimmering.
Finally they focused. Before her, on a sumptuously cushioned couch, reclined the frightening figure of a huge, coal black man... muscled like a wrestler in arms and legs, barrel-chested, hugely pot-bellied, with a thickly girthed penis. This mountainous mass of Negroid flesh glistened with oil and sweat. King Reenus was of Nubian origin. His early forebears had been slaves. Now he was a ruler, King of a small but powerful island city-state... a loyal ally of Princess Venetia.
“I will accept the gift,” said King Reenus, his eyes roving lustfully over Xena’s lush, milk-white body.
The entourage of white and dusky slaves had been dismissed. King Reenus was alone with his gift, who was shuddering inwardly and outwardly with horror. How... oh how... was she going to make herself please this huge, black gross monster?
“l believe, slave,” said King Reenus at last, “that you were once the ruler of Barbaria. Even I had heard of you. Is that correct, slave?” Xena quaked and gulped. She must answer.
“Yes... yes ...” she cried. “Yes, M-Master...” King Reenus nodded slowly. He liked the idea of being given a Princess as a gift. Princess Venetia was a worthy ally.
“You are here for a week,” he said. „You will please me just as I wish or you will have your owner, Princess Venetia, to account to.” Xena shuddered uncontrollably.
“I like my slaves to suck me well,” continued King Reenus, “and I like to bum-fuck them.” Xena shuddered again. “Come up on my couch, slave.”
Whimpering softly, Xena slithered forward. Then she slithered up onto the couch. The bestial appearance of this huge black brute was almost beyond belief. Yet she was going to have to please him to the utmost. It was unbelievable! Unbelievably hideous! Unbelievably revolting!
“Suck me, slave,” came the order. Xena caught the Negro’s scent, slithering up the oily black limbs.So hard and muscular, to the softer thighs. Her white breasts were crushed, sliding over the black flesh. She came to the core of this black brute’s lust. A thick, stubby cock with a dark purple knob. Big balls in a grey-black scrotum. Heaving, Xena kissed the big knob of the stubby prick. King Reenus’s eye glinted with happy lechery. This was what he liked most of all. White slaves to please him. Especially when those white slaves had once been members of the so-called aristocracy. Gradually his prick hardened. It did not extend very much - for it never did - but it thickened. The familiar feelings of revulsion within Xena were more intense than usual as she got the knob into her mouth. How big it was! She sucked as avidly as she could.
Reenus’s haunches pushed a little and Xena had to take more of the now hard organ into her mouth. She choked. It seemed to be filling her completely. She remembered what the King had said about bumfucking. That was going to be agony. She sucked and sucked, a kind of miasma of horror in her brain. She felt two big hands begin to maul and squeeze her breasts. Black hands, she knew. Somehow that made it all the worse.
“Nice udders,” said a growling voice above her.
Suck... suck... suck... suck.
Xena just about managed to keep her tongue flickering. How long was it going to go on?
Suck... suck... suck... suck.
Fortunately for Xena, the time was shorter than she had expected. Reenus’s belly began to quake, his thighs to shudder. Then, making low growling noises of pleasure, he ejaculated without a great deal of force. Xena, feeling quite sick, managed to keep swallowing and swallowing. She guessed that the King had weakened his powers through sexual excess. She lay there, awaiting an order, the knob still in her mouth. Xena was hauled up by her hair. She saw the King’s bloated, lecherous face just before her. His lips were huge, his eyes bloodshot, he was sweating. He was, in fact, just about the most revolting male she had ever seen. And she was his possession for the whole week. No wonder Xena could not control her shuddering.King Reenus grinned. Big ivory-white teeth.
“For a Princess, you suck pretty good,” he said in that deep voice of his. Xena’s features twitched. How this fat black b**st must enjoy having her as a plaything! The King let go of Xena’s hair and clapped his hands. The entourage of white and dusky slaves re-entered the Chamber.
“Wine for all,” called the King, “including the Princess here.” He patted Xena’s bottom in proprietorial fashion... and she felt the most utter abysmal shame. Now they would all know who she was. A goblet was thrust before her. It was red wine. Xena drank greedily, trying to numb her feelings. All the slaves were drinking; it seemed to be the custom of the Court. Rather different from that of Princess Venetia! More wine came and Xena accepted. it was going straight to her head. Good. She saw a slave trip and fall, obviously half drunk.
The King growled an order and the slave was brought to him and forced across his massive thighs. Then the girl got ten or a dozen very hard smacks on her bottom, with the King laughing happily, and she yelping all the time. Though cruelty and power oozed from him, there was certain strange joviality about King Reenus. Quite unlike the icy serenity that surrounded Princess Venetia. It was not long before King Reenus fell into a snoring slumber. Having received no order to do otherwise, Xena remained alongside the sweating mountainous hulk of flesh. Most of the slaves d****d themselves on couches around the room. Many slept, others tongued each other. There was, thought Xena, a remarkably free and easy atmosphere about the Court. It almost seemed as if all the slaves were thoroughly enjoying themselves!
Then Xena dropped slowly into a deep sleep.
At some time, the horror came. King Reenus had woken and was roused. Xena, crying out, found herself face down, her flanks being uplifted. Shewas being crushed down by a massive weight. She was as helpless as a kitten under a bull terrier. Her thighs were splayed. Then she felt it. That huge knob in her buttock cleft. Probing, searching. Aahhhh... it had found its target. Xena tensed, but it would have been less painful if she had relaxed. She screamed as she was anally penetrated. Not deep, but she was stretched hideously. She could not move an inch. She was being crushed to death. Panic filled her. The agony continued as Reenus thumped in and out, growling and grunting his a****l pleasure. “Uuuuugghhh... uuugghh... Uuugghh... uuugghh... AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!” It was this first ravaging assault that Reenus enjoyed best of all. And the knowledge of what this superbly built slave once had been, intensified his bestial pleasure. It did not last long, but every second was superb. For him. By the time he rolled off his victim, the wings of darkness were flapping over Xena and she fell into a deep faint. King Reenus ordered her to be taken away and well cared for.
“I want a lot more of that arsehole,” he growled, “not to mention that delicious mouth!” Thus, for Xena, began a week of almost continuous perverted sexual activity... interspersed with wild orgies of drinking. It was, one might say, a case of from ‘hang over to bend over’!
Envoi (Three months have passed)
Xena slithered across the marble floor of Princess Venetia’s Throne Room on her belly. She came to the dais on which the Throne was set and saw a bare foot with toe-nails painted a bright red. It was she who had painted those nails, earlier in the day. The Princess had not commended her for her neat work but the fact that she had not been punished indicated she was satisfied. Xena felt a glow of pleasure at that. It was gratifying to be able to please this beautiful woman in ways that she wanted.
“You may kiss my toe, Xena,” said Princess Venetia. Xena kissed the toe, almost with a kind of reverence. How lucky I am, she thought, to have such an all-powerful yet so understanding a woman as my Owner. She has come to realise that I want to serve her and please her in every possible way. That is not only my duty, it is my privilege. I have come to admire her for her magnificence and her loveliness. Without doubt, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. It can now be fairly said that I adore her. Worship her, almost.
“Xena...”
“Highness?” Xena was still flat on her belly on the floor.
“A little later, I may summon you to my bed-chamber.” A whimper of sheer pleasure escaped Xena. It was the highest honour a slave could receive.
“Ooohh... thank you, Highness... thank you... ooohh... you are too good to me...”
“Mmmm... maybe I am,” said Princess Venetia. “That is why, Xena, from time to time, I have to have a rod laid across your backside. To redress the balance.”
“I... I understand, Highness... yes... yes... I do. I appreciate it.”
“Good... good...” said Princess Venetia. “That is as it should be.” The Princess was smiling serenely as she recalled - long, long ago it seemed now - that she had promised Xena she would make her into an ADORING slave... one LONGING to please... one WHIMPERING with pleasure at doing so. Yes, the once mighty Princess Alexena was going to be made into THE MOST ABJECT SUBMISSIVE SLAVE IMAGINABLE.
That was something not exactly believed at the time! Yet Princess Venetia had done it. It really was most gratifying. Most rewarding.
“Get out,” ordered Princess Venetia.
“Yes, Highness.” On her belly, Xena slithered backwards across the smooth marble floor and out of the Throne Room. She was content. Was not her Highness going to summon her to her bed-chamber soon?
The End
“You’re looking sulky... and I don’t like sulky slaves ...”
“N-No... no ..- Mistress... I’m not s-sulking!” Miralda slapped the face again... left and right. “Don’t talk back to me, slave,” she snapped. “If I say you’re sulking, you ARE!” Karena got two more stinging slaps for good measure. Her normally pale cheeks had turned bright red, her ears were ringing. She had got used to being slapped by Miralda... but that scarcely made it any more enjoyable!
“Have you been fucked today?”
“Y... Yes... Mistress...”
“Who by?”
“I... don’t know their names, Mistress... Lady Tavia had two male slaves sent in ..”
“Two, eh? So you’ve already been fucked twice.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, let’s make it third time lucky,” said Miralda. “Leo can fuck you while you tongue me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh yes, Mistress.” Miralda thought Karena’s reply sounded almost genuine. She was certainly coming along nicely. The constant threat of the Treadmill, the strap, the rod and the martinet were moulding her into docile subservience. Miralda called out for Leo to come to her chamber and, removing her short robe, lay naked on a couch. As her thighs parted, Karena slid down between them. The next moment her lips made delightful contact. As Karena was a natural lesbian, this was one of the tasks that did not disturb her. She was also an expert with her tongue. Leo came hurrying in, seeing the two naked women together. What now, he wondered, bowing low.
“Come here ...” Leo hurried to the side of his Mistress. She removed the painful bulldog clip from the end of his penis and also the two smaller clips attached to his balls. Leo let out a little sigh of relief.
“You will fuck Karena,” ordered Miralda. It was an order Leo didn’t mind at all receiving.
“And you will fuck her for a long time. I think you’d better have a wank first.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Leo would have liked to have mounted Karena at once but he had no option but to obey. Perhaps it was all for the best; if he came off too soon for Miralda’s liking he would certainly be punished. He knelt and, gazing at Karena’s shapely young bottom, he saw the girl’s head bobbing up and down vigorously as she probed and probed with her tongue. Miralda’s features were already looking slightly seraphic. Soon Leo was up and solid. He pumped his hand vigorously, feeling his lust mount fast. He had got used to wanking in front of women and it no longer caused him any shame or embarrassment. Gasping, he ejaculated then, when he had recovered, bent to lick up his own semen. As he must. Miralda looked down with callous indifference to this act of degradation she always made Leo perform. He deserves nothing else.
“You may play with her,“ she said. Karena’s bottom quivered slightly. He knew that she disliked being fucked by him just as much as he liked fucking her. That pleased him for, of course, at one time he had been her slave and subject to her every whim. Just as he was now Miralda’s slave. Life for males was so unjust. Would he ever be granted his freedom? He was beginning to doubt it. Miralda was seeming to enjoy her domination over him too much. Leo kissed and fondled Karena’s soft buttock cheeks. He could feel her trying to cringe away. No hope of that. Then he put his hand between her thighs and played with her sex lips and clitoris. She liked that even less, he knew. He heard Miralda gasping with pleasure and knew she was being brought to her first orgasm. She would have several more yet. Leo took his prick in his hand and began to play gently. It wouldn’t be long now. He had good powers of recovery and there was a great deal of temptation right before him. Thicker. He was already swelling a little. Hardening, too. It felt nice. A male slave’s life was a wretched one but it did have its moments. Gradually Leo got fully hard. He reckoned he had quite a good cock but it was not as good as some of those studs in the Palace! They must really put the wind up the slave girls they serviced! Fully erect, Leo knelt higher and took hold of Karena’s flanks. He could feel her shuddering. Nice. Before him was Miralda’s lovely nakedness. Also nice. He recalled the days when he had been made to fuck her. Even nicer. But those days were over. Now he had Karena and Zena to deal with. He couldn’t complain! Positioning himself, he thrust in slowly but surely, filling the silkysmooth sheath. He felt Karena shudder again and, momentarily, she raised her head and gasped. Miralda’s eyes opened wider.
„I shouldn’t do that again, if I were you, slave,” she said. Karena went to work with even greater zealousness. Leo fucked her at a slow, steady pace. He knew he had to make it last... and he felt he was just in the mood to do so.
Leo had been fucking in the same steady fashion for something like half an hour. Miralda had had three orgasms and looked very content. I wonder how many more she’ll want, thought Leo. It was getting difficult to control himself. Then Tavia came in. She was leading Zena on a collar and lead. The girl was on all fours.
“Been taking her walkies?” enquired Miralda in a husky voice.
“Yes... all round the outskirts of the Palace. I think some of the citizens quite fancied her. I see Karena’s getting what she likes best of all!” Miralda smiled and nodded.
“Yes ...” she said, “been getting it for half an hour or so now.” She glanced at Leo. “Ready to shoot your load, slave?” she asked.
“Y-Yer... ess... Mistress...” replied Leo with a sense of urgency in his voice. Karena had been stimulated to hot juiciness and control was getting more and more difficult.
“When I raise my hand,” said Miralda. “Th-Thank... you... M-Mistress ...” gasped Leo. He was very glad to see that Karena was fast bringing Miralda to her fourth climax. Her haunches were squirming and she was uttering little squeaking sounds, ever higher and higher pitched. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted. She must be coming any second ... She was! Leo saw the hand go up and, with a sudden frenzy of thrusting, unleashed himself into a jerking-twisting Karena. Oh lovely... lovely... lovely! You couldn’t beat a tight six-teen year old. A real little wriggling beauty. With his head in Karena’s smooth back, Leo slowly recovered. Miralda was sighing contentedly. One way or another, thought Leo, Karena had done a good job!
(Another week has passed) Xena was being trained, along with five other female slaves, to use an oar. Venetia had decided she would, from time to time have her as one of her galley slaves on the Royal Barge. It would be enjoyable to watch the ex-Ruler of Barbaria sweat under a hot sun while she toiled her guts out. A water-filled tank was used for training. The slaves sat on individual benches alongside the tank, into which their oars projected. The trainer moved up and down on a catwalk, a thin whip at the ready. A drum dictated the pace of the sweep of the boars... and this varied from slow and steady to fast and furious. But pace wasn’t everything. Bladework and style were closely watched. Only the best was good enough for Princess Venetia.Xena had been on her oar for an hour. She knew she would remain on it for yet another hour. She was sweating profusely for the chamber in which they toiled was humidly warm. Her mouth was sagging a little and her breath rasping. The trainer’s whip was beginning to fall more frequently, though Xena herself had not yet felt it. Her mind kept going back to the previous day. Or was it the day before that? Venetia had had her put in the mobile cage again... with twelve male slaves. Once more she had been dragged twice round the City of Nexos, to the accompaniment of cheers and jeers of derision and laughter. She had been fucked too many times to remember and, in addition, now she was considered an adequate performer, she had to suck many slaves, too. Xena had been taken back to her cell in a state of total exhaustion and put under sedation for twenty four hours. Then she had been brought before Venetia and, weeping, forced to give an account of what were termed her’ adventures’.
“How many times were you fucked, slave?” asked Venetia imperiously.
“I... mmmmf... I... mmmfff... mmff... c-can’t r-remember, Highness...” sobbed Xena.
“Can’t remember?” Venetia looked astonished. “I suppose you got too excited to remember.”
“Y-Yes, H-Highness,” agreed Xena wretchedly. She had got into the habit of agreeing with everything Venetia said, no matter how vile or untrue it was. “And I suppose you can’t remember how many cocks you sucked either, slave.”
“N-No, Highness... I humbly beg pardon, Highness...” Venetia smiled faintly. It amused her to reflect that, a few weeks previously, Xena would hardly have imagined herself begging her pardon for not remembering how many cocks she had sucked! Indeed, the very idea of ever sucking a cock would have been beyond her. Cera had done a good job there and, not long ago, kneeling at Venetia’s feet, Xena had given an excellent demonstration of her new capabilities.
“Next time you go on a little tour,” said Venetia... and Xena’s mind reeled in horror at the thought she would have to go again...
“You will count the number of times you are fucked and you will count the number of cocks you suck. I shall want a full and correct report.”
“Yes... mmmm... mmmfff... yes, H-Highness...” whispered Xena, bowing her head in despair.
Cccrrraccckkkk!
Xena was brought out of her nightmare reverie by the trainer’s whip falling across her straining back.
“Your stroke is getting too short, slave!” came the bellow. The trainer waited alongside, whip trailing, to make sure Xena lengthened her stroke to her satisfaction. Xena did.
(Two more weeks have passed) Once more Xena was brought before Venetia.
“I am lending you, for a week, to a friend of mine,” came the announcement. “He is a friend of mine and an ally. His name is King Reenus and he rules the nearby island of Pyres. Are you not honoured, slave?”
“Y-Yes, Highness,” croaked Xena. Venetia nodded.
“You are indeed. I hope you behave yourself well.”
“Yes... oh yes... Highness,” Xena assured her.
“I hope so for your sake, for I shall get a full account from the King. I would not like any of my slaves to displease him in the slightest.”
“I... I... under... understand, Highness,” said Xena weakly. What new horror now awaited her?
After a restless night contemplating an uncertain future, Xena was put aboard a galley-ship and taken below in chains. On the way she caught a glimpse of one of the galley-slaves. Surely it was Livia, once one of the members of her Court? The wretched woman looked a good ten years older.
After a two day journey, Xena was brought up on deck. She saw that they had arrived in a small port in a strange island. Then she was hustled into a cart and taken to what she presumed was the Palace of King Reenus. Her apprehensions increased. What kind of man was he? She was soon to find out. Xena was taken not to a cell, as she had expected, but to a quite luxurious room with an adjacent bathroom. This had a marble sunken bath... the sort of thing she had been used to in former days. She was attended by two girls who were obviously slaves, like herself. They were beringed in nose and nipples and also wore many bangles around wrists and ankles. They had lustrous dark eyes and their skin was dusky and gleaming. They were, in every sense, beautiful.
“We are to take charge of you while you are here,” said one of them. “My name is Ibi. This is Tora, my fellow slave. You will do as we say or our Master will be displeased. We would not like that.”
Now used to submission and slavery, Xena accepted what was said. There was a time, not long ago, when she would have flown into a spitting-clawing rage at such words.
“We are going to bathe you, oil you, massage you and scent you,” said Tora. “We want you looking and feeling your best for our Master.” Again Xena accepted what was said without demure. She was now indeed a shadow of her former self. The two dusky slaves spent quite some hours attending to her. Washing and combing her hair, making up her face, painting her nipples, sex lips and anus, attaching pendant jewels to her nose, clitoris and nipple rings. Then Xena lay down on a soft, silken bed. It was quite like old times. She wept softly. A few hours later, Ibi and Tora came to take Xena to the King. They did not chain her; she simply walked between them.
“Remember,” Ibi said bef ore they left for the Royal Chamber, “you move, once you are in the presence of the Master, our King, only on your belly. You insinuate yourself along like a snake. You always address him as Master... and you obey him in the minutest degree. You have been sent here solely for his pleasure. Make sure you please him.”
“Yes,” answered Xena meekly. She was aware now that she had truly become a slave. They came to a pair of big golden doors. Sentinels pulled them open. Ibi and Tora signed to Xena to go to her knees. Then on to her belly. She found herself on smooth cold marble.
“Move,” said Ibi. Xena slithered forward, not knowing where she was going. She was aware they had entered another chamber. Words were spoken. Then Xena slithered into another chamber. I am like a snake, she thought. Certainly as low and as submissive.
“This is the slave Xena,” said a clarion-like voice, “a gift, Master, from her Royal Highness Princess Venetia.”
“Have her come forward,” said a deep, growling voice. “I shall see if I will accept this gift.” Under the direction of the two slaves, Xena slithered forward. She was tense, in dread of what was now going to happen. She was a gift. Nothing more. And a gift must please. There was a silence. Then the sound of drink being poured into a clinking goblet. Then the slurping sound of drinking. Xena remained with her nose pressed to the marble floor. She was shivering with dread. “Kneel erect,” ordered the slave Ibi. Her Master had made a signal. Xena knelt erect, automatically placing her hands on top of her head. With shoulders well back, her milky white breasts, so fulsome, thrust superbly. Her eyes seemed to be shimmering.
Finally they focused. Before her, on a sumptuously cushioned couch, reclined the frightening figure of a huge, coal black man... muscled like a wrestler in arms and legs, barrel-chested, hugely pot-bellied, with a thickly girthed penis. This mountainous mass of Negroid flesh glistened with oil and sweat. King Reenus was of Nubian origin. His early forebears had been slaves. Now he was a ruler, King of a small but powerful island city-state... a loyal ally of Princess Venetia.
“I will accept the gift,” said King Reenus, his eyes roving lustfully over Xena’s lush, milk-white body.
The entourage of white and dusky slaves had been dismissed. King Reenus was alone with his gift, who was shuddering inwardly and outwardly with horror. How... oh how... was she going to make herself please this huge, black gross monster?
“l believe, slave,” said King Reenus at last, “that you were once the ruler of Barbaria. Even I had heard of you. Is that correct, slave?” Xena quaked and gulped. She must answer.
“Yes... yes ...” she cried. “Yes, M-Master...” King Reenus nodded slowly. He liked the idea of being given a Princess as a gift. Princess Venetia was a worthy ally.
“You are here for a week,” he said. „You will please me just as I wish or you will have your owner, Princess Venetia, to account to.” Xena shuddered uncontrollably.
“I like my slaves to suck me well,” continued King Reenus, “and I like to bum-fuck them.” Xena shuddered again. “Come up on my couch, slave.”
Whimpering softly, Xena slithered forward. Then she slithered up onto the couch. The bestial appearance of this huge black brute was almost beyond belief. Yet she was going to have to please him to the utmost. It was unbelievable! Unbelievably hideous! Unbelievably revolting!
“Suck me, slave,” came the order. Xena caught the Negro’s scent, slithering up the oily black limbs.So hard and muscular, to the softer thighs. Her white breasts were crushed, sliding over the black flesh. She came to the core of this black brute’s lust. A thick, stubby cock with a dark purple knob. Big balls in a grey-black scrotum. Heaving, Xena kissed the big knob of the stubby prick. King Reenus’s eye glinted with happy lechery. This was what he liked most of all. White slaves to please him. Especially when those white slaves had once been members of the so-called aristocracy. Gradually his prick hardened. It did not extend very much - for it never did - but it thickened. The familiar feelings of revulsion within Xena were more intense than usual as she got the knob into her mouth. How big it was! She sucked as avidly as she could.
Reenus’s haunches pushed a little and Xena had to take more of the now hard organ into her mouth. She choked. It seemed to be filling her completely. She remembered what the King had said about bumfucking. That was going to be agony. She sucked and sucked, a kind of miasma of horror in her brain. She felt two big hands begin to maul and squeeze her breasts. Black hands, she knew. Somehow that made it all the worse.
“Nice udders,” said a growling voice above her.
Suck... suck... suck... suck.
Xena just about managed to keep her tongue flickering. How long was it going to go on?
Suck... suck... suck... suck.
Fortunately for Xena, the time was shorter than she had expected. Reenus’s belly began to quake, his thighs to shudder. Then, making low growling noises of pleasure, he ejaculated without a great deal of force. Xena, feeling quite sick, managed to keep swallowing and swallowing. She guessed that the King had weakened his powers through sexual excess. She lay there, awaiting an order, the knob still in her mouth. Xena was hauled up by her hair. She saw the King’s bloated, lecherous face just before her. His lips were huge, his eyes bloodshot, he was sweating. He was, in fact, just about the most revolting male she had ever seen. And she was his possession for the whole week. No wonder Xena could not control her shuddering.King Reenus grinned. Big ivory-white teeth.
“For a Princess, you suck pretty good,” he said in that deep voice of his. Xena’s features twitched. How this fat black b**st must enjoy having her as a plaything! The King let go of Xena’s hair and clapped his hands. The entourage of white and dusky slaves re-entered the Chamber.
“Wine for all,” called the King, “including the Princess here.” He patted Xena’s bottom in proprietorial fashion... and she felt the most utter abysmal shame. Now they would all know who she was. A goblet was thrust before her. It was red wine. Xena drank greedily, trying to numb her feelings. All the slaves were drinking; it seemed to be the custom of the Court. Rather different from that of Princess Venetia! More wine came and Xena accepted. it was going straight to her head. Good. She saw a slave trip and fall, obviously half drunk.
The King growled an order and the slave was brought to him and forced across his massive thighs. Then the girl got ten or a dozen very hard smacks on her bottom, with the King laughing happily, and she yelping all the time. Though cruelty and power oozed from him, there was certain strange joviality about King Reenus. Quite unlike the icy serenity that surrounded Princess Venetia. It was not long before King Reenus fell into a snoring slumber. Having received no order to do otherwise, Xena remained alongside the sweating mountainous hulk of flesh. Most of the slaves d****d themselves on couches around the room. Many slept, others tongued each other. There was, thought Xena, a remarkably free and easy atmosphere about the Court. It almost seemed as if all the slaves were thoroughly enjoying themselves!
Then Xena dropped slowly into a deep sleep.
At some time, the horror came. King Reenus had woken and was roused. Xena, crying out, found herself face down, her flanks being uplifted. Shewas being crushed down by a massive weight. She was as helpless as a kitten under a bull terrier. Her thighs were splayed. Then she felt it. That huge knob in her buttock cleft. Probing, searching. Aahhhh... it had found its target. Xena tensed, but it would have been less painful if she had relaxed. She screamed as she was anally penetrated. Not deep, but she was stretched hideously. She could not move an inch. She was being crushed to death. Panic filled her. The agony continued as Reenus thumped in and out, growling and grunting his a****l pleasure. “Uuuuugghhh... uuugghh... Uuugghh... uuugghh... AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!” It was this first ravaging assault that Reenus enjoyed best of all. And the knowledge of what this superbly built slave once had been, intensified his bestial pleasure. It did not last long, but every second was superb. For him. By the time he rolled off his victim, the wings of darkness were flapping over Xena and she fell into a deep faint. King Reenus ordered her to be taken away and well cared for.
“I want a lot more of that arsehole,” he growled, “not to mention that delicious mouth!” Thus, for Xena, began a week of almost continuous perverted sexual activity... interspersed with wild orgies of drinking. It was, one might say, a case of from ‘hang over to bend over’!
Envoi (Three months have passed)
Xena slithered across the marble floor of Princess Venetia’s Throne Room on her belly. She came to the dais on which the Throne was set and saw a bare foot with toe-nails painted a bright red. It was she who had painted those nails, earlier in the day. The Princess had not commended her for her neat work but the fact that she had not been punished indicated she was satisfied. Xena felt a glow of pleasure at that. It was gratifying to be able to please this beautiful woman in ways that she wanted.
“You may kiss my toe, Xena,” said Princess Venetia. Xena kissed the toe, almost with a kind of reverence. How lucky I am, she thought, to have such an all-powerful yet so understanding a woman as my Owner. She has come to realise that I want to serve her and please her in every possible way. That is not only my duty, it is my privilege. I have come to admire her for her magnificence and her loveliness. Without doubt, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. It can now be fairly said that I adore her. Worship her, almost.
“Xena...”
“Highness?” Xena was still flat on her belly on the floor.
“A little later, I may summon you to my bed-chamber.” A whimper of sheer pleasure escaped Xena. It was the highest honour a slave could receive.
“Ooohh... thank you, Highness... thank you... ooohh... you are too good to me...”
“Mmmm... maybe I am,” said Princess Venetia. “That is why, Xena, from time to time, I have to have a rod laid across your backside. To redress the balance.”
“I... I understand, Highness... yes... yes... I do. I appreciate it.”
“Good... good...” said Princess Venetia. “That is as it should be.” The Princess was smiling serenely as she recalled - long, long ago it seemed now - that she had promised Xena she would make her into an ADORING slave... one LONGING to please... one WHIMPERING with pleasure at doing so. Yes, the once mighty Princess Alexena was going to be made into THE MOST ABJECT SUBMISSIVE SLAVE IMAGINABLE.
That was something not exactly believed at the time! Yet Princess Venetia had done it. It really was most gratifying. Most rewarding.
“Get out,” ordered Princess Venetia.
“Yes, Highness.” On her belly, Xena slithered backwards across the smooth marble floor and out of the Throne Room. She was content. Was not her Highness going to summon her to her bed-chamber soon?
The End
Jerri
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