Barbaria Act 1 Epilogue
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The next afternoon, Xena was taken to Cera’s quarters in the usual totally undignified fashion. She was quaking inwardly with dread and nausea was rising, for she knew well enough why she was there. She knelt before the tall, blonde-haired Cera who, at last, stood up and walked around her.
“You seem to have displeased Lady Flavia,” she said. She was referring to the fact that Xena’s body carried the fading, multiple weals from the whalebone rod which still covered her. Buttocks, back, thighs, belly and breasts.
“Yes, My Lady,” said Xena in a hoarse whisper.
“Foolish of you.” Cera walked across the room. “l have got a whalebone rod like the one Lady Flavia uses.” She came back, flexing it, then lashed it hard across the tops of Xena’s buttocks. Xena uttered a yelping whinny and squirmed. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Y-Yesssss... M-My Lady...”
“Let me tell you, at the outset, slave, that if you do not obey me I shall not have the slightest hesitation about thrashing you today in the same way that Lady Flavia did yesterday. It entirely depends on your behaviour. Am I making myself quite clear?”
“Yes... My Lady...” whispered Xena weakly. She could not imagine how she would be able to endure the kind of thrashing she had had the day before. The only alternative was to MAKE herself obey.
“Louder,” said Cera.
“Yes... My Lady,” said Xena in a cracked voice.
“You know why you are here, slave?”
“Y-Yes, MY L-Lady...”
“Why, tell me.” Cera looked down gloatingly at her shivering victim. It was a wonderful moment for her to have this woman at her mercy. mercy. She saw Xena gulp.
“To... to be t-trained...” answered Xena.
“To be trained at WHAT, slave? Don’t try my patience.”
“To... to be trained... at... a-at... c-cock-sucking,” quavered Xena. She could scarcely believe she was saying such a thing.
“That is correct. And when I have finished with you, you will be very good indeed at it. You will be much demanded.” Xena’s features twitched at this hideous statement. The whole thing was completely abhorrent to her. Sick-makingly revolting. But how could she escape this vile fate? She knew, of course, deep down, that there was no way. Her lips quivered uncontrollably. Several large tears ran down her soft cheeks. She watched as Cera walked across the room again, returning with a large, pale pink dildo which had a big mauve knob. At the other end, a large pair of balls was attached.
“I am going to begin your training with this,” said Cera. “it will help to strengthen your jaw muscles, get you used to taking a lot of cock into your mouth, and increase your sucking powers. All important matters of technique. We will start with using it, kneeling as you are now.” Cera extended the dildo.
“Take hold of it, open your mouth and put just the knob in.” Xena took hold of the hard rubber penis. It felt strangely... horribly... life-like. There was a certain resilience to it and she had the impression it was coated in a light sheen of oil. She opened her mouth. Then opened it wider, in order to accommodate the big knob. Oh it felt disgusting!
“Flicker your tongue on the knob,” ordered Cera, “and start sucking. You will go on doing so until I tell you to stop. And don’t forget to suck strongly.” Cera seated herself on a soft chair before Xena. Xena flickered her tongue and began to suck. It wasn’t easy to suck strongly. The knob kept sliding out between her lips.
“Keep the knob in, slave,” commanded Cera. Xena gripped the dildo tighter and forced it back into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, tongue always flickering. It was hard work but she made herself keep sucking. How dreadful if this was the real thing, she thought. And, in her heart of hearts, she knew it soon would be! She sucked for a good ten minutes. Her jaw and tongue were beginning to ache abominably. But she must go on. She must.
“Take another inch into your mouth,” ordered Cera suddenly. Xena, who had been hoping for a little rest, was forced to obey. Cera stood up and strolled around her tapping the flexible switch on her boot.
“I want you sucking more strongly, slave,” said Cera. “I know it’s tiring but you’ll soon get used to it.” Tears began to trickle down Xena’s cheeks as she forced herself to suck more strongly. As she strolled around, Cera would flick the rod across the top of Xena’s buttocks as a warning. Urging her on to extra efforts. After another five minutes, she got the long-awaited order to stop. With a groan of relief, Xena removed the dildo from her mouth, saliva running over her chin. Instantly, the switch lashed across her buttocks.
“Did I tell you to do that?” rasped Cera. “Put it back, slave!” With another groan, Xena pushed the wet-slippery device back into her mouth. Cera saw wide, pleading eyes looking at her, but she was unmoved. This was a woman who did not deserve any mercy or pity. She had never given either herself, so she would not receive any.
“After a while,” said Cera, “it will seem perfectly natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Or a dildo, for that matter. But, at the moment, I am aware, it does not. But we will overcome. It is a simple matter of time and practice.” Cera smiled. “There is plenty of time and you will have plenty of practice.” Xena felt leaden despair within her. She was aware that all that was being said to her was the ghastly truth. She knelt, shuddering, holding the hard rubber knob in her aching mouth. After five minutes rest, the exercise was resumed and, this time, Xena had to take a further inch into her mouth as she sucked and sucked. It made her feel as if she was going to choke and she kept heaving and retching. Callously, Cera commanded her to keep at it, repeatedly tapping her with the deadly switch, sometimes on the buttocks, sometimes on her breasts.
“You’ll soon get used to it,” she assured her. For ten mouth-aching minutes, Xena sucked and sucked. She had four or five inches of the thickly girthed dildo in her mouth.
“Suck... suck... suck...“ insisted Cera. She moved around in front of Xena and took hold of the balls dangling from it. “Keep on sucking,” she said. Then she squeezed the balls. At once a stream of liquid jetted into Xena’s mouth and down her throat. She choked and jerked her head back. It was just like the revolting moment before the throne when that slave she had been forced to suck had ejaculated.
“Oooooh... nooooooo!” she screeched.
“I told you to keep on sucking, slave!” bellowed Cera. “That’s no good at all. When the cock spurts, you keep on sucking. And swallowing. Sucking and swallowing till the cock is drained.”
The liquid from the dildo was dribbling down Xena’s chin and over her breasts. Her mouth was twisted in a grimace of revulsion. She simply couldn’t bear it! Her head drooped and she moaned, still clutching the dildo.
“You’ve got to learn, slave. Perhaps my rod will teach you!” As Flavia had done the previous day, Cera began to lay the whalebone rod across Xena’s lush nakedness... driving her around the room as she sought to escape... weals leaping up again over buttocks, back, thighs and breasts. Xena was screaming, wild with pain and horror. She would go mad! She couldn’t stand any more!
“MERCEEEEEEEEEE... MERCEEEEEEEEEE!” she howled dementedly. But Cera went on thrashing her until Xena fell to the floor, quite senseless. Only then did Cera send her black-haired slave Mercia to fetch the Overseer. Xena was revived with a strong potion. Her superb body was now covered in even more lacerations. The weals throbbed and throbbed incessantly. Xena whimpered and groaned, wishing she could have stayed in the arms of Morpheus. No such benison was granted her. Cera motioned to the Overseer to haul Xena into a kneeling position. She slapped her face several times to assist her revival.
“You disobeyed me, slave,” gloated Cera. “I told you to go on sucking... and swallowing. You will now do it... or you will get an even more severe thrashing.”
Xena knew she was facing defeat. No matter how deep her revulsion, she knew she would have to force herself to obey. The dildo came to her lips. Automatically, she opened her mouth. In it slid.
“Suck,” said Cera. Xena sucked. “Keep on sucking,” said Cera. Then she squeezed the balls again. The mock male seed squirted into Xena’s mouth. Desperately, Xena made herself go on sucking. Swallowing too. Gulping and retching. Her stomach heaved... but she made herself do it. Knowing the fearful alternative. She went on doing it until the spurting ceased.
“Better,” said Cera perfunctorily. “But you’ve still got a lot to learn, slave.”
In a similar fashion, Xena’s training continued for another hour. She began to take in more of the dildo that, at first, she had thought she couldn’t possibly manage. Repeated cuts from Cera’s deadly rod urged her on. Six times the balls were squeezed. Six times Xena accepted the squirting liquid, swallowing it whilst she went on sucking. It was revolting but something, she realised, she was capable of making herself do. She was filled with sickening bitterness. She was, indeed, being trained. At one point, grovelling, Xena pleaded for a rest. It was refused. Cera kept her going for another quarter of an hour before there was a let-up. She saw that her victim was on the verge of collapse. Xena slumped to the floor, wishing she were dead. A short while later Flavia entered Cera’s quarters.
“Ohhhh... I see you’ve made a start,” she called out gaily. “Touched her up with the rod, too! Excellent... excellent! How’s she coming along?”
“Slowly but surely,” said Cera. “She doesn’t much like swallowing the stuff.”
“They never do,” smiled Flavia. “But, in the end, they get used to it. Where’s the slave?”
“I haven’t been using one. Only this.” Cera displayed the dildo.
“Oh, I see,” said Flavia. “Just preliminaries then?”
“You could say that. But I think they are important.” Cera’s tone indicated that she considered herself fully in charge of Xena’s training.
“Yes... yes... of course. I was just hoping i would be able to see her suck a real cock...“
“I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” laughed Cera. “She can demonstrate the new-found skills which are beginning to emerge.” Mercia was sent for an Overseer, who was instructed to bring a male slave. On the floor, Xena groaned despairingly. She realised that a supreme test was at hand. A short while later, a male slave was led in. He was relatively young, lissom and swarthy skinned. And, as with all slaves engaged in such duties, he was well hung.
“Kneel up,” ordered Cera, giving Xena another stinging cut with her rod. Yelping and twisting, Xena jerked erect. Oh when would this afternoon of torment end? Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the nude male. Saw, too, the big cock she was going to have to suck. Sickness welled up afresh in her. Every fibre of her being cried out against doing any such thing; yet she knew she would have to. One way or another, she would be MADE to do it.
“You... get down on the floor... on your back,” Cera ordered the male slave. He was looking appreciatively at Xena’s superb body... splendid, even though it was nastily striped. He, of course, did not know what was going to happen. He hoped he was going to be told to fuck this lovely female creature.
“There,” said Cera to Xena, ‘that’s a nice cock, isn’t it? Get down on your knees and take it in your mouth.” The slave looked delighted; Xena’s features were twitching and twisting in horrified revulsion. Xena got another vicious cut across her buttocks before she went down on to her hands and knees. There before her was the rigid organ, seeming to quiver with anticipation. Think of it as a dildo, Xena said to herself. Yes... yes... try and do that. In fact, she thought, I don’t think it’s quite so big as that dildo. Small comfort. Here was real male flesh and blood! She took the root. The cock jerked. Xena’s head came down... and she took the knob into her mouth. It felt similar to the knob of the dildo, but warmer. And living. She sucked as she had done on the dildo. Just the knob. Knowing that Cera was watching closely, she sucked as zealously as she could. Then she remembered to flicker her tongue. She felt the prostrate slave quiver as she did so. How hideous to know she was pleasing the brute!
“Get more in... and suck harder,” came Cera’s order from above. Xena’s head slid down another couple of inches, almost to choking point. Then, still sucking and flickering, she began to bob her head up and down.
“She’s learning,” said Flavia.
“She’d better be,” said Cera.
Suck... suck... suck. Don’t think about it.
Bob... bob... bob. Don’t think about it.
Do it a little faster.
Suck a little stronger.
Get it over with.
Xena heard the slave uttering little moans of pleasure. His cock was beginning to jerk in her mouth. He must be approaching a climax already. Oh... oohh... would she be able to cope with it? His haunches were beginning to jerk... thus his cock thrust even further. Xena retched and heaved but managed to continue.
“Ahh... a-a-aaaahhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” gasped the slave.Then he ejaculated into the back of Xena’s throat, spurting strongly.
Jetting... jetting... as he jerked and jerked. Sheer revulsion made Xena pull up her head and reel away. She was choking, almost being sick. The slave continued to spurt, but now over her neck and breasts. Then it was suddenly all over. Xena slumped down on to the floor with a terrible moaning wail. She had failed... and she knew it.
“Not very impressive,” remarked Flavia.
“Not at all impressive,” said Cera. “it’s obvious that a lot more training is required yet.”
“And I’m sure you’re the one to give it to her,” grinned Flavia.
“You bet lam!” Cera hauled up Xena by a hank of her dark hair. Her features were distorted, rubbery, red with tears... no longer serene and classical.
“That’s earned you a really good hiding,” Cera almost snarled.
“Why not use a proper whip on her,” suggested Flavia. “I think it’s the kind of lesson she needs at this stage.”
“A very good idea, Flavia. I’ve just the thing in a cupboard in my bedroom,” said Cera.
A few minutes later, a weeping, weak-kneed, wailing-beseeching Xena was being secured to a pillar in the room. With her arms raised aloft, her wrists were corded to a convenient ringbolt in the pillar. Her back was straight and square and far less weal-marked than her buttocks, which were cruelly ravaged by a mass of criss-crossing redpurple stripes. The whip, made of black tightly-plaited leather, was all of one piece, quite thick at the grip end and tapering to pencil-slimness at the tip... where there was a small knot from which dangled three two-inch long tassels of leather. Cera ran the length of the thong through her fingers, feeling its well-oiled suppleness. Rather like a snake, she thought. There had been occasions when she herself had felt such a whip. She shuddered slightly; it was a memory she would wish to erase.Flavia pointed at Xena’s back.
“I suggest you start there... and end up on that rather tender-looking bottom,” she said.
“That was my intention,” replied Cera a shade testily. After all, Xena had been given to her for training. She knew what she was doing. She turned back to her violently trembling victim.
“Merceeee... merceeeeeee... merceeee... merceeee...” Xena was sobbing in a continuous whining stream.
“Now, slave,” said Cera, above the babbling, “when during training, I give you instructions, I WILL have them obeyed! I WILL!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
The whip snaked out and cracked like a pistol-shot across Xena’s back. A long purple welt snaked across the flesh and a bellowing shriek erupted as Xena writhed and twisted from side to side.
“I will!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“I will!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“I will be obeyed!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“You hear me?”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk !
Five long, purpling weals now ran across Xena’s back. Each one had brought from her the same kind of awful bellowing shriek... and a mad frenzy of jerking, juddering, twisting and writhing. Flavia was looking on with sadistic satisfaction. Who, once, would ever have believed she would be able to watch the oncemighty Princess being flogged! “Nice work, Cera,” she complemented. “You’ve got a very good action.”
“Thanks,” nodded Cera. She was contemplating Xena’s bottom. „Another five across there should get this bitch really going!“
“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO... MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOORE!” screamed Xena dementedly.
“You WILL obey me!”
Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk!
Now the frenzy of jerking and squirming in Xena’s bottom became well-nigh unbelievable. She was being whipped over already blazing-burning flesh. Her shrieks of agony became ear-splitting as stroke followed stroke. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk!
Cera with clenched teeth. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk ! Cera with eyes glittering with cruel lust. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk!
Cera expertly obtaining that pistol-shot sound as the searing leather whip bit into frenzied flesh. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk!
Xena’s terrible shriek came out as a rattle. Her vocal chords had gone.
“She’s fainted!” called Flavia. All the same, Cera delivered a final stroke.
Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk! Then the whip was cast down on the floor. Cera was shaking with the intensity of her cruel pleasure. Flavia clasped her in her arms.
“Isn’t it just wonderful to be able to do this?” she asked.
“Quite, quite wonderful,” replied Cera. “Beyond all believing.”
“And it’s all thanks to Princess Venetia. I’m quite devoted to her.”
“Me, too, of course,” said Cera. The two women stood looking at Xena’s well-flogged body. She hung in her bonds like a carcass, flesh rippling and twitching, breathing stertorously. They were indeed well satisfied. After all, justice was being done. Was it not?
The two women went into an adjoining room where Mercia served them wine. There was horror in her heart and she trembled slightly. Had she not heard the awful sounds of the terrible whipping administered in the next room? It made her feel weak to know that these women had such power. That, if they wished, they could do the same to her.
“Are you going to make her have another go at it?” asked Flavia after a while.
“Do you think she’ll be capable of it?” asked Cera.
“Possibly not,” said Flavia. “But another strong potion might just see her through it, I reckon.”
“Worth a try anyway.“
Contentedly, they drank more wine as they contemplated the renewal of Xena’s hideous ordeal. Smoking sticks revived Xena; a powerful potion stimulated her and gave her back same little strength. She could hardly stand, but that did not matter much. She would be on her knees to do what she had to do.
“Now, perhaps, you will obey me,” said Cera, standing over her. Xena just kept on moaning and groaning, making incoherent a****l sounds.
“I am now going to have another slave brought in,” announced Cera. “You will suck him well... and you will suck him TO A CONCLUSION! In short, you will take in every last drop of his seed and swallow it...”
Xena heaved and heaved.
“If not, the whip awaits!” Cera placed the whip over Xena’s buttocks... and a cracked shriek of the purest terror came from her. A well-hung slave was brought in and conveniently positioned on the floor for Xena to attend to. He looked a little disturbed at the sight of Xena’s horribly lacerated body. He had had plenty of experience of knowing how vicious these she-devils could be!
“Kiss and lick his cock,” ordered Cera... for the slave was still flaccid. Xena’s head came down and kissed and licked as she had been ordered. She was a broken woman who now knew she would do anything that was demanded of her. She had reached the end of the line. No more pain could possibly be endured. Under her ministrations, the cock came to erection. Without receiving a further order, she took it in her mouth and began to suck zealously, head bobbing up and down once more. Cera and Flavia looked at each other, smiling with satisfaction.
“I think she’s learnt her lesson. Well done, Cera.”
“Thanks!” They watched as Xena brought the slave steadily to a climax. It took longer than the first one she had dealt with, but she persisted, taking in a surprising amount of the hard organ on occasions. That made her choke and heave, but still she continued. Then the slave could be seen mounting to a climax. His features became heavy with lust. He began to gasp and pant. Finally he suddenly erupted. It was the ‘moment critique’! Xena’s head continued to work. Xena’s mouth continued to suck. And suck and suck... Whilst her throat gulped and gulped as she swallowed the revoking seed spurting violently into her mouth. Pain had conquered. Its victory was complete.
“You seem to have displeased Lady Flavia,” she said. She was referring to the fact that Xena’s body carried the fading, multiple weals from the whalebone rod which still covered her. Buttocks, back, thighs, belly and breasts.
“Yes, My Lady,” said Xena in a hoarse whisper.
“Foolish of you.” Cera walked across the room. “l have got a whalebone rod like the one Lady Flavia uses.” She came back, flexing it, then lashed it hard across the tops of Xena’s buttocks. Xena uttered a yelping whinny and squirmed. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Y-Yesssss... M-My Lady...”
“Let me tell you, at the outset, slave, that if you do not obey me I shall not have the slightest hesitation about thrashing you today in the same way that Lady Flavia did yesterday. It entirely depends on your behaviour. Am I making myself quite clear?”
“Yes... My Lady...” whispered Xena weakly. She could not imagine how she would be able to endure the kind of thrashing she had had the day before. The only alternative was to MAKE herself obey.
“Louder,” said Cera.
“Yes... My Lady,” said Xena in a cracked voice.
“You know why you are here, slave?”
“Y-Yes, MY L-Lady...”
“Why, tell me.” Cera looked down gloatingly at her shivering victim. It was a wonderful moment for her to have this woman at her mercy. mercy. She saw Xena gulp.
“To... to be t-trained...” answered Xena.
“To be trained at WHAT, slave? Don’t try my patience.”
“To... to be trained... at... a-at... c-cock-sucking,” quavered Xena. She could scarcely believe she was saying such a thing.
“That is correct. And when I have finished with you, you will be very good indeed at it. You will be much demanded.” Xena’s features twitched at this hideous statement. The whole thing was completely abhorrent to her. Sick-makingly revolting. But how could she escape this vile fate? She knew, of course, deep down, that there was no way. Her lips quivered uncontrollably. Several large tears ran down her soft cheeks. She watched as Cera walked across the room again, returning with a large, pale pink dildo which had a big mauve knob. At the other end, a large pair of balls was attached.
“I am going to begin your training with this,” said Cera. “it will help to strengthen your jaw muscles, get you used to taking a lot of cock into your mouth, and increase your sucking powers. All important matters of technique. We will start with using it, kneeling as you are now.” Cera extended the dildo.
“Take hold of it, open your mouth and put just the knob in.” Xena took hold of the hard rubber penis. It felt strangely... horribly... life-like. There was a certain resilience to it and she had the impression it was coated in a light sheen of oil. She opened her mouth. Then opened it wider, in order to accommodate the big knob. Oh it felt disgusting!
“Flicker your tongue on the knob,” ordered Cera, “and start sucking. You will go on doing so until I tell you to stop. And don’t forget to suck strongly.” Cera seated herself on a soft chair before Xena. Xena flickered her tongue and began to suck. It wasn’t easy to suck strongly. The knob kept sliding out between her lips.
“Keep the knob in, slave,” commanded Cera. Xena gripped the dildo tighter and forced it back into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, tongue always flickering. It was hard work but she made herself keep sucking. How dreadful if this was the real thing, she thought. And, in her heart of hearts, she knew it soon would be! She sucked for a good ten minutes. Her jaw and tongue were beginning to ache abominably. But she must go on. She must.
“Take another inch into your mouth,” ordered Cera suddenly. Xena, who had been hoping for a little rest, was forced to obey. Cera stood up and strolled around her tapping the flexible switch on her boot.
“I want you sucking more strongly, slave,” said Cera. “I know it’s tiring but you’ll soon get used to it.” Tears began to trickle down Xena’s cheeks as she forced herself to suck more strongly. As she strolled around, Cera would flick the rod across the top of Xena’s buttocks as a warning. Urging her on to extra efforts. After another five minutes, she got the long-awaited order to stop. With a groan of relief, Xena removed the dildo from her mouth, saliva running over her chin. Instantly, the switch lashed across her buttocks.
“Did I tell you to do that?” rasped Cera. “Put it back, slave!” With another groan, Xena pushed the wet-slippery device back into her mouth. Cera saw wide, pleading eyes looking at her, but she was unmoved. This was a woman who did not deserve any mercy or pity. She had never given either herself, so she would not receive any.
“After a while,” said Cera, “it will seem perfectly natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Or a dildo, for that matter. But, at the moment, I am aware, it does not. But we will overcome. It is a simple matter of time and practice.” Cera smiled. “There is plenty of time and you will have plenty of practice.” Xena felt leaden despair within her. She was aware that all that was being said to her was the ghastly truth. She knelt, shuddering, holding the hard rubber knob in her aching mouth. After five minutes rest, the exercise was resumed and, this time, Xena had to take a further inch into her mouth as she sucked and sucked. It made her feel as if she was going to choke and she kept heaving and retching. Callously, Cera commanded her to keep at it, repeatedly tapping her with the deadly switch, sometimes on the buttocks, sometimes on her breasts.
“You’ll soon get used to it,” she assured her. For ten mouth-aching minutes, Xena sucked and sucked. She had four or five inches of the thickly girthed dildo in her mouth.
“Suck... suck... suck...“ insisted Cera. She moved around in front of Xena and took hold of the balls dangling from it. “Keep on sucking,” she said. Then she squeezed the balls. At once a stream of liquid jetted into Xena’s mouth and down her throat. She choked and jerked her head back. It was just like the revolting moment before the throne when that slave she had been forced to suck had ejaculated.
“Oooooh... nooooooo!” she screeched.
“I told you to keep on sucking, slave!” bellowed Cera. “That’s no good at all. When the cock spurts, you keep on sucking. And swallowing. Sucking and swallowing till the cock is drained.”
The liquid from the dildo was dribbling down Xena’s chin and over her breasts. Her mouth was twisted in a grimace of revulsion. She simply couldn’t bear it! Her head drooped and she moaned, still clutching the dildo.
“You’ve got to learn, slave. Perhaps my rod will teach you!” As Flavia had done the previous day, Cera began to lay the whalebone rod across Xena’s lush nakedness... driving her around the room as she sought to escape... weals leaping up again over buttocks, back, thighs and breasts. Xena was screaming, wild with pain and horror. She would go mad! She couldn’t stand any more!
“MERCEEEEEEEEEE... MERCEEEEEEEEEE!” she howled dementedly. But Cera went on thrashing her until Xena fell to the floor, quite senseless. Only then did Cera send her black-haired slave Mercia to fetch the Overseer. Xena was revived with a strong potion. Her superb body was now covered in even more lacerations. The weals throbbed and throbbed incessantly. Xena whimpered and groaned, wishing she could have stayed in the arms of Morpheus. No such benison was granted her. Cera motioned to the Overseer to haul Xena into a kneeling position. She slapped her face several times to assist her revival.
“You disobeyed me, slave,” gloated Cera. “I told you to go on sucking... and swallowing. You will now do it... or you will get an even more severe thrashing.”
Xena knew she was facing defeat. No matter how deep her revulsion, she knew she would have to force herself to obey. The dildo came to her lips. Automatically, she opened her mouth. In it slid.
“Suck,” said Cera. Xena sucked. “Keep on sucking,” said Cera. Then she squeezed the balls again. The mock male seed squirted into Xena’s mouth. Desperately, Xena made herself go on sucking. Swallowing too. Gulping and retching. Her stomach heaved... but she made herself do it. Knowing the fearful alternative. She went on doing it until the spurting ceased.
“Better,” said Cera perfunctorily. “But you’ve still got a lot to learn, slave.”
In a similar fashion, Xena’s training continued for another hour. She began to take in more of the dildo that, at first, she had thought she couldn’t possibly manage. Repeated cuts from Cera’s deadly rod urged her on. Six times the balls were squeezed. Six times Xena accepted the squirting liquid, swallowing it whilst she went on sucking. It was revolting but something, she realised, she was capable of making herself do. She was filled with sickening bitterness. She was, indeed, being trained. At one point, grovelling, Xena pleaded for a rest. It was refused. Cera kept her going for another quarter of an hour before there was a let-up. She saw that her victim was on the verge of collapse. Xena slumped to the floor, wishing she were dead. A short while later Flavia entered Cera’s quarters.
“Ohhhh... I see you’ve made a start,” she called out gaily. “Touched her up with the rod, too! Excellent... excellent! How’s she coming along?”
“Slowly but surely,” said Cera. “She doesn’t much like swallowing the stuff.”
“They never do,” smiled Flavia. “But, in the end, they get used to it. Where’s the slave?”
“I haven’t been using one. Only this.” Cera displayed the dildo.
“Oh, I see,” said Flavia. “Just preliminaries then?”
“You could say that. But I think they are important.” Cera’s tone indicated that she considered herself fully in charge of Xena’s training.
“Yes... yes... of course. I was just hoping i would be able to see her suck a real cock...“
“I don’t see why you shouldn’t,” laughed Cera. “She can demonstrate the new-found skills which are beginning to emerge.” Mercia was sent for an Overseer, who was instructed to bring a male slave. On the floor, Xena groaned despairingly. She realised that a supreme test was at hand. A short while later, a male slave was led in. He was relatively young, lissom and swarthy skinned. And, as with all slaves engaged in such duties, he was well hung.
“Kneel up,” ordered Cera, giving Xena another stinging cut with her rod. Yelping and twisting, Xena jerked erect. Oh when would this afternoon of torment end? Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the nude male. Saw, too, the big cock she was going to have to suck. Sickness welled up afresh in her. Every fibre of her being cried out against doing any such thing; yet she knew she would have to. One way or another, she would be MADE to do it.
“You... get down on the floor... on your back,” Cera ordered the male slave. He was looking appreciatively at Xena’s superb body... splendid, even though it was nastily striped. He, of course, did not know what was going to happen. He hoped he was going to be told to fuck this lovely female creature.
“There,” said Cera to Xena, ‘that’s a nice cock, isn’t it? Get down on your knees and take it in your mouth.” The slave looked delighted; Xena’s features were twitching and twisting in horrified revulsion. Xena got another vicious cut across her buttocks before she went down on to her hands and knees. There before her was the rigid organ, seeming to quiver with anticipation. Think of it as a dildo, Xena said to herself. Yes... yes... try and do that. In fact, she thought, I don’t think it’s quite so big as that dildo. Small comfort. Here was real male flesh and blood! She took the root. The cock jerked. Xena’s head came down... and she took the knob into her mouth. It felt similar to the knob of the dildo, but warmer. And living. She sucked as she had done on the dildo. Just the knob. Knowing that Cera was watching closely, she sucked as zealously as she could. Then she remembered to flicker her tongue. She felt the prostrate slave quiver as she did so. How hideous to know she was pleasing the brute!
“Get more in... and suck harder,” came Cera’s order from above. Xena’s head slid down another couple of inches, almost to choking point. Then, still sucking and flickering, she began to bob her head up and down.
“She’s learning,” said Flavia.
“She’d better be,” said Cera.
Suck... suck... suck. Don’t think about it.
Bob... bob... bob. Don’t think about it.
Do it a little faster.
Suck a little stronger.
Get it over with.
Xena heard the slave uttering little moans of pleasure. His cock was beginning to jerk in her mouth. He must be approaching a climax already. Oh... oohh... would she be able to cope with it? His haunches were beginning to jerk... thus his cock thrust even further. Xena retched and heaved but managed to continue.
“Ahh... a-a-aaaahhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” gasped the slave.Then he ejaculated into the back of Xena’s throat, spurting strongly.
Jetting... jetting... as he jerked and jerked. Sheer revulsion made Xena pull up her head and reel away. She was choking, almost being sick. The slave continued to spurt, but now over her neck and breasts. Then it was suddenly all over. Xena slumped down on to the floor with a terrible moaning wail. She had failed... and she knew it.
“Not very impressive,” remarked Flavia.
“Not at all impressive,” said Cera. “it’s obvious that a lot more training is required yet.”
“And I’m sure you’re the one to give it to her,” grinned Flavia.
“You bet lam!” Cera hauled up Xena by a hank of her dark hair. Her features were distorted, rubbery, red with tears... no longer serene and classical.
“That’s earned you a really good hiding,” Cera almost snarled.
“Why not use a proper whip on her,” suggested Flavia. “I think it’s the kind of lesson she needs at this stage.”
“A very good idea, Flavia. I’ve just the thing in a cupboard in my bedroom,” said Cera.
A few minutes later, a weeping, weak-kneed, wailing-beseeching Xena was being secured to a pillar in the room. With her arms raised aloft, her wrists were corded to a convenient ringbolt in the pillar. Her back was straight and square and far less weal-marked than her buttocks, which were cruelly ravaged by a mass of criss-crossing redpurple stripes. The whip, made of black tightly-plaited leather, was all of one piece, quite thick at the grip end and tapering to pencil-slimness at the tip... where there was a small knot from which dangled three two-inch long tassels of leather. Cera ran the length of the thong through her fingers, feeling its well-oiled suppleness. Rather like a snake, she thought. There had been occasions when she herself had felt such a whip. She shuddered slightly; it was a memory she would wish to erase.Flavia pointed at Xena’s back.
“I suggest you start there... and end up on that rather tender-looking bottom,” she said.
“That was my intention,” replied Cera a shade testily. After all, Xena had been given to her for training. She knew what she was doing. She turned back to her violently trembling victim.
“Merceeee... merceeeeeee... merceeee... merceeee...” Xena was sobbing in a continuous whining stream.
“Now, slave,” said Cera, above the babbling, “when during training, I give you instructions, I WILL have them obeyed! I WILL!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
The whip snaked out and cracked like a pistol-shot across Xena’s back. A long purple welt snaked across the flesh and a bellowing shriek erupted as Xena writhed and twisted from side to side.
“I will!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“I will!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“I will be obeyed!”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk!
“You hear me?”
Ccrraaccckkkkkkkk !
Five long, purpling weals now ran across Xena’s back. Each one had brought from her the same kind of awful bellowing shriek... and a mad frenzy of jerking, juddering, twisting and writhing. Flavia was looking on with sadistic satisfaction. Who, once, would ever have believed she would be able to watch the oncemighty Princess being flogged! “Nice work, Cera,” she complemented. “You’ve got a very good action.”
“Thanks,” nodded Cera. She was contemplating Xena’s bottom. „Another five across there should get this bitch really going!“
“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO... MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOORE!” screamed Xena dementedly.
“You WILL obey me!”
Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk!
Now the frenzy of jerking and squirming in Xena’s bottom became well-nigh unbelievable. She was being whipped over already blazing-burning flesh. Her shrieks of agony became ear-splitting as stroke followed stroke. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk!
Cera with clenched teeth. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk ! Cera with eyes glittering with cruel lust. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk!
Cera expertly obtaining that pistol-shot sound as the searing leather whip bit into frenzied flesh. Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkk!
Xena’s terrible shriek came out as a rattle. Her vocal chords had gone.
“She’s fainted!” called Flavia. All the same, Cera delivered a final stroke.
Ccccrrraaaacccccckkkkkkkk! Then the whip was cast down on the floor. Cera was shaking with the intensity of her cruel pleasure. Flavia clasped her in her arms.
“Isn’t it just wonderful to be able to do this?” she asked.
“Quite, quite wonderful,” replied Cera. “Beyond all believing.”
“And it’s all thanks to Princess Venetia. I’m quite devoted to her.”
“Me, too, of course,” said Cera. The two women stood looking at Xena’s well-flogged body. She hung in her bonds like a carcass, flesh rippling and twitching, breathing stertorously. They were indeed well satisfied. After all, justice was being done. Was it not?
The two women went into an adjoining room where Mercia served them wine. There was horror in her heart and she trembled slightly. Had she not heard the awful sounds of the terrible whipping administered in the next room? It made her feel weak to know that these women had such power. That, if they wished, they could do the same to her.
“Are you going to make her have another go at it?” asked Flavia after a while.
“Do you think she’ll be capable of it?” asked Cera.
“Possibly not,” said Flavia. “But another strong potion might just see her through it, I reckon.”
“Worth a try anyway.“
Contentedly, they drank more wine as they contemplated the renewal of Xena’s hideous ordeal. Smoking sticks revived Xena; a powerful potion stimulated her and gave her back same little strength. She could hardly stand, but that did not matter much. She would be on her knees to do what she had to do.
“Now, perhaps, you will obey me,” said Cera, standing over her. Xena just kept on moaning and groaning, making incoherent a****l sounds.
“I am now going to have another slave brought in,” announced Cera. “You will suck him well... and you will suck him TO A CONCLUSION! In short, you will take in every last drop of his seed and swallow it...”
Xena heaved and heaved.
“If not, the whip awaits!” Cera placed the whip over Xena’s buttocks... and a cracked shriek of the purest terror came from her. A well-hung slave was brought in and conveniently positioned on the floor for Xena to attend to. He looked a little disturbed at the sight of Xena’s horribly lacerated body. He had had plenty of experience of knowing how vicious these she-devils could be!
“Kiss and lick his cock,” ordered Cera... for the slave was still flaccid. Xena’s head came down and kissed and licked as she had been ordered. She was a broken woman who now knew she would do anything that was demanded of her. She had reached the end of the line. No more pain could possibly be endured. Under her ministrations, the cock came to erection. Without receiving a further order, she took it in her mouth and began to suck zealously, head bobbing up and down once more. Cera and Flavia looked at each other, smiling with satisfaction.
“I think she’s learnt her lesson. Well done, Cera.”
“Thanks!” They watched as Xena brought the slave steadily to a climax. It took longer than the first one she had dealt with, but she persisted, taking in a surprising amount of the hard organ on occasions. That made her choke and heave, but still she continued. Then the slave could be seen mounting to a climax. His features became heavy with lust. He began to gasp and pant. Finally he suddenly erupted. It was the ‘moment critique’! Xena’s head continued to work. Xena’s mouth continued to suck. And suck and suck... Whilst her throat gulped and gulped as she swallowed the revoking seed spurting violently into her mouth. Pain had conquered. Its victory was complete.
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