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Xena was having a nightmare. She awoke, screaming. But reality turned out to be worse than the nightmare. She went on screaming. Finally, mental and physical exhaustion overcame her. She sank down into a hideously troubled half-sleep. With fierce desperation she fought to erase any thoughts of the future from her mind. It was by no means completely possible. At some point she jerked up on her plank-bed, hearing the bolts on her cell being drawn back. Were they coming for her? Her mind screamed in terror.
Two uniformed Overseers entered the room. Xena cringed back, eyes wide, sobbing.
“Lie face down, slave,” came the order. Xena did so... and found her buttocks and thighs being covered with cold healing liquid. For a few moments it was joy. Then the pain in her lacerated flesh seemed to double. She knew, in time, that the healing liquid would do its work but, for the moment, her torments seemed to double.
“Lie face up, slave.” Weeping, Xena turned over. Her tenderlysore breasts were covered with the liquid. Xena screamed more intensely. The pain was unbelievable.
“This one’s got good tits,” said one of the Overseers.
“Not bad,” said the other. They rose, left the cell... and their victim to sobbing solitude. The bolts were shot again. Princess Alexena lay, naked and striped, suffering the torments of the damned. chained in a bleak cold cell from which escape was completely impossible. She wept unrestrainedly.
Xena woke to hear the bolts being drawn back again. Her terror was like an icicle being driven into her belly. Now they WERE coming for her!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO!” she screeched with all the force of which she was capable.
“Put a collar and chain on her,“ ordered one of the three Overseers. She held a leather switch in her hand. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO... YOU... YOU... CAN’T... DDDOOOOOOOOOO... THIS TO MEEEEEEEE... NOT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Xena. She was half out of her mind. Oh surely... SURELY... they didn’t mean... SURELY they were not going to put her in that cage again... but now with naked male slaves!
The iron collar was locked around Xena’s neck, a chain was attached to it. She was hauled off the plank-bed and lay crouched, whimpering, on the stone floor.
“On all fours, slave,” said the Overseer with the switch. When Xena made no move, that switch fell across her still tenderised buttocks. Once... twice. Then again. Xena knew it would continue to fall until she obeyed. Whimpering even louder, heaving and sobbing, Xena forced herself into the humiliating posture. Then, remorselessly, she was led out through the cell door. Along the stone corridor... Up the stone steps... She knew where she was going. And why. But her mind, seeming to have frozen, was unable to contemplate it.
The three Overseers and Xena emerged into the Palace courtyard. There was applause, cheering and laughter from one of the crowded Palace balcony. It was packed with Xena’s former female slaves, now all members of Princess Venetia’s court.
“Ahh... there she is!”
“Ohh... how lucky she is!”
“Just look what’s waiting for her!”
Xena had not yet seen them but, lined up near the cage, were a dozen of her ex-male slaves, all stark naked... and all exceedingly well hung. They had been specially chosen.
“Looking forward to it, are you, Princess?”
“Longing for those big pricks, eh?”
“She’ll have a really sore cunt by the time she gets back!”
Xena’s mind was in total turmoil. She still could not believe this was really happening. Realising she had been brought to the Palace courtyard, she tried to check her forward movement by hauling on her collar. All that did was earn her a couple of vicious strokes from the Overseers’s switch. This was greeted with even louder applause. The collar was unlocked. Xena slumped, but was immediately picked up by the Overseers and slung through the open door of the cage.
“In you go!” cried one. As on the previous day, six of Xena’s former courtiers were waiting to start the exhausting task of dragging the cage twice round the city. A male Overseer sat on top of the cage, whip at the ready. Outside the Palace gates, the sound of the expectant mob could be heard, their excitement mounting. Xena sprawled across the dirty floor of the cage, begriming her face, breasts and belly. Then, through the bars of the cage she saw... lined up... what awaited her. She wanted to scream, but could find no voice. She wanted to die but no thunderbolt struck. What was happening was impossibly unbelievable. Yet it was happening. And far, far worse was to happen yet!
“In you go, boys!” called out an Overseer... and a dozen virile males, pricks swinging, clambered swiftly up into the cage. Two of them were already half in erection. The door was closed, the driver’s whip cracked, and the cage moved slowly off. A mountain of male flesh fell upon Xena... pulling, mauling, grasping and groping. The applause and cheering from the Palace balcony became wild.
“Steady, boys,” called out one of the male slaves, “let’s play it as we’ve already agreed. You’ll all get a go. Several, in fact.”
The serum of male flesh began reluctantly to disperse as the cage made its first circuit of the courtyard. These slaves had already drawn lots to decide in what order they should ravage their former Princess. It was an obvious move to avoid what might be termed sexual anarchy and, indeed, v******e amongst the slaves themselves.
“Lars... you’re first...“
“That’s right!”
“You lucky bastard!”
Lars, long and lean, with scruffy blonde hair, was already wanking himself up to full erection. He knelt down behind the shuddering form of Xena whose eyes looked mad with horror. She was making a****l-like noises, striving to move yet completely enfeebled. Lars seized her flanks and a hideous shrieking cry erupted from her.
“NOOO... NOOOOOOOOO... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Oh yes... yes...YES!” yelled Flavia from the packed balcony... and there was more applause. The eyes of the ex-slaves were bright and dancing with joy. Here was the kind of revenge they had not, at one time, even dared dream of!
Lars had come to full erection. He yanked up Xena’s hindquarters and splayed her thighs wide. Then, gripping the under-side of those long thighs, he positioned himself, in a matter of moments, before lunging in with savage brutality. A long cry of wailing horror went up from Xena. Applause and cheers on the balcony reached a crescendo.
“Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the watchers began to chant in unison, clapping their hands at the same time. Lars did just that, plunging in nine or ten inches of solid prick with each thrust of his haunches. The watchers saw Xena’s once classical features contorted unrecognisably in the most horrific revulsion. She was clasping at the wooden bars of the cage, trying to haul herself away. A quite hopeless attempt. Lars had her most f irmly gripped and was fucking with precision, even if rather too fast and furiously. It was not a pace he would be able to maintain for too long, but he didn’t care. He was totally inflamed with seething lust. Wasn’t he fucking the Princess? Yes... he was fucking the Princess! What more could a man ask? His fellow slaves were grouped around him, watching with lustf illed eyes, many of them already in full erection. They could scarcely bear to wait their turn!
“Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the chanting continued as the second circuit of the Palace courtyard was made. Lars continued to give of his very best!
Then the gates of the Palace swung open and the roar of the mob reached a new pitch. All were about to witness the true humbling of their one-time Princess. They were going to see her fucked to a complete standstill. And then some!
Lars, rutting furiously, was approaching a climax as the cage moved between the first lines of the mob. There were howls of encouragement.
“Give it to her, man!”
“Fuck the arse off her!”
“That’s it... wham... wham... wham!”
Lars was gasping and grunting; the moment had come. He could hold on no longer. He roared exultantly as his climax arrived and then thumped away until he was quite drained. The cheering all round was tremendous. The slave who had drawn second place impatiently hauled Lars aside. His prick looked even bigger than that of Lars. Within moments of gripping Xena’s quivering thighs, he had rammed into her. Another great wave of cheering rose up. Exultant cheering. Yet derisive cheering. Typical of the mob. Who were delighted in seeing their ex-Princess humbled. Not only humbled but savagely ravaged. It was something that many, in their secret hearts, would like to have done themselves. For once, slaves were being envied.
The new man, named Peta, tucked with a kind of dedicated precision, thumping in fully with each thrust, then withdrawing more slowly. Xena, still clutching the bars, was writhing convulsively. Her mouth was sagging open, emitting horrible yelping-wailing sounds. Her eyes were alternately staring and starting wide with horror or screwed tight. Saliva began to dribble from her gaping mouth and drop on to her juddering breasts.
“Hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh... hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh...” panted Peta as he drove and drove with massive solidity.
“Oh you b-beauty... oooohhh... what a lovely fuck you are!” Thump... thump... thump... thump ... The slave who would be next to enter was already masturbating himself with excitement.
“Hurry it up, Peta,” he said, “it’s time I had a go!” Peta just grunted and went on fucking solidly. This was a piece of pussy-flesh he would be reluctant lo leave. Still, the time was fast approaching when he knew he would have to. He worked himself into a final, exhilarating frenzy of thrusting and then exploded into Xena’s depths. The wretched woman, still clinging frantically to the bars, became a squirming contortion of revulsion.
The masturbator pulled the exhausted Peta off, flung Xena on to her back, putted up her thighs so that they fell over his shoulders, then, clasping fulsome buttocks, entered her with the same kind of brutality that the previous occupants had shown. His head went down and he nibbled at Xena’s nipples. It was painful... but Xena was already subject to so much pain that it made no difference. The great heaving-wailing sobs continued to jet out of her gaping mouth.
Laughter... Raucous ribaldry... Cheers and clapping... The cage was beginning to be dragged along one of the main thoroughfares of the city, which was more crowded.
“She’s getting a really good fucking!”
“By the Gods... look at the size of those cocks coming to her!”
“There must be a dozen of them!”
“And they won’t be content with fucking her just once!”
The slave who had taken Xena on her back, climaxed violently halfway down the main street. The cage was not yet a quarter of the way on its first circuit. Another slave was instantly ready... a swarthy-skinned giant of a man with a massively-solid erection. Xena squealed loudly as she was penetrated crudely.
“Oohh... she enjoyed that!”
“Look at her squirming!”
“Give it to her, Ramon... hard and strong...”
“Yes, Ramon, make the bitch come ...”
The giant Ramon just grunted and proceeded steadily with his work. He drove in slowly but surely, always right to the hilt, with Xena’s white thighs flapping and jerking on either side of him. Ramon had spread-eagled Xena’s arms above her head and was crushing her breasts with his chest. In fact, Xena felt as if she were being crushed to death and, at that moment, would have been happy to die in that way. In any way...
The sounds of the mob came to her, sometimes seeming faint, sometimes close and loud.
“Like that big donger, don’t you, Princess?” Yes, death in any way would have been welcome. Ramon continued to work at a steady pace, perhaps increasing it slightly. He felt his victim getting warmer and more lubricated. He was a man of stamina and control and was determined, if he possibly could, to bring this woman to an orgasm. An orgasm which, he knew, would be most unwanted. Xena, moaning but no longer resisting or struggling, was very aware of the size of the male weapon that was ravaging her. It seemed so powerful, so all-conquering, rendering her helpless. She had the utmost loathing for this r****g b**st... feeling him steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. Oh she felt so weak! As weak as a baby in an adult’s hands.
Then, to her horror, Xena felt something else. It was an a****l lust being produced within her depths. This COULD not be! This MUST not be! With all her strength, Xena fought her natural instincts. Desperately!
“N-N-N-Nooooooo... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she cried, rolling eyes starting from her head. Ramon guffawed and began to ram faster and faster. He knew he had got this ex-Princess on the run. She was on her way to an orgasm.
“He’s going to make her come!”
“Look, look... Ramon’s making her come!”
There was intense excitement in the crowd which surged around the slowly moving cage.
“Come, you whore... come then ...”
“Come! Oh look at her haunches going!”
Ramon exulted in Xena’s helpless sexual reactions as she mounted so unwillingly to a peak. He doubled the pace of his thrusting, ramming home as strongly as he possibly could. His teeth were gritted; sweat poured from him. This woman had never experienced anything like this before... nor would she again until he took her a second time.
“Look at that arse go!”
“And look at hers...”
“She’s wanting it now...“
“Loving it, the randy cow!”
A high-pitched gagging sound came from Xena’s throat as she f inally climaxed. Her wide mouth was a letter-box slit of horror, yet the release of roused lust could not be denied. Feeling it, Ramon unleashed himself, jetting and jetting in floods into Xena’s squelching, squirming depths. He uttered a groaning howl of triumph, then collapsed down on to a now virtually insensible Xena. Great roars of applause went up all around the cage. It was forced to move slowly and the driver made frequent use of his whip, urging those who pulled to extra effort. And those unfortunates did not only have the whip to contend with. They were frequently mauled, squeezed and groped as they forced their way through the mob. They had reached the main square of the city by the time a happy but temporarily exhausted Ramon hauled himself off. He was already looking forward to the second time.
“She’s fainted,” said the man who was preparing to mount. He was holding a rigid prick in his hand.
“No problem,” said another of the slaves. Thoughtfully, Overseers had placed a number of wooden buckets in the cage, all filled with water. One was lifted up and thrown over Xena’s sweating, begrimed body.
Slloosssshhhhhh!
Xena stirred and her eyelids flickered but she remained comatose. Another bucket was picked up. Ssslllooossssshhhhhhhh!
Xena gasped and jerked upright, her eyes opening. Wild eyes, f illed with shocked disbelief. She was back in the world of hideous horror... worse than any nightmare. All around her was the mass of muscular male flesh. Utterly obscene! Some were already rampant, others were playing with themselves. Xena saw the brute who had brought her down to the depths of the most abysmal shame, leaning against the bars, grinning smugly. Then Xena was turned over, face down again, and her hindquarters were hauled up once more. She began to sob with self-pity. Surely this monstrous inhumanity could not go on and on. And on. Then a new terror filled her and a sickness of revulsion rose within her. For now Xena knew she was going to be entered in a different way. She screamed, twisting wildly with what little strength she had left. But the hard knob continued to press relentlessly against her anus.
“He’s going to bum-fuck her!” shouted a voice from the crowd.
“By the Gods... so he is!”
Xena screamed again, more loudly, for the knob had entered her.
“Nooooo...nooo... nnnnnooooooo... nnnnnooooooo... AAAAAAHHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOOOOO!”
The bone hard organ had penetrated several inches. The slave was grunting happily, enjoying the extreme tightness. Probably an anal virgin, he thought... then he entered further. Xena screamed again. And went on screaming and screaming with pain as the bum-fucking proceeded relentlessly. In due time the slave got right in... then began to happily jerk back and forth.
“Doesn’t seem to be enjoying that, does she?”
“l’m not surprised!”
“EEEEEEGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH... YYYYAAAAAAGHHHHH... AAAAGGHH... NO... NOOOOOO... AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” It was fortunate for Xena that the slave had little self-control... and, in addition, the knowledge that he was bum-fucking his former Princess, soon sent him over the top.
“My... I bet that arsehole’s tender,” said a voice when he had withdrawn.
“I guess you’re right... Xena was slumped on the floor again, twitching and moaning feebly.
“M-Merceeee... merceeee... merceeee...” she was whimpering on to the wooden floor. “No... m-more... no... m-more... ohhhh... h-have merceeeee!”
But there was no let up. A sixth rampant cock entered her but, fortunately for Xena, not up her anus. The cage made two circuits of the main square before proceeding on its way around the city. There were still six more slaves who had not yet had her for the first time. And when they had, the whole procedure would begin all over again. Xena just lay there... a weak and helpless lump of female flesh... whimpering and whimpering... quite hopelessly.
It was another two hours before the cage re-entered the Palace gates. Having passed through various phases of what seemed like dementia, Xena had finally fallen totally u*********s and could not be revived. Even so, two of the slaves still fucked her! Afterwards, talking amongst themselves the slaves estimated that Xena had been fucked twenty eight times and bum-fucked four times. Not an afternoon she would forget in a hurry!
Two uniformed Overseers entered the room. Xena cringed back, eyes wide, sobbing.
“Lie face down, slave,” came the order. Xena did so... and found her buttocks and thighs being covered with cold healing liquid. For a few moments it was joy. Then the pain in her lacerated flesh seemed to double. She knew, in time, that the healing liquid would do its work but, for the moment, her torments seemed to double.
“Lie face up, slave.” Weeping, Xena turned over. Her tenderlysore breasts were covered with the liquid. Xena screamed more intensely. The pain was unbelievable.
“This one’s got good tits,” said one of the Overseers.
“Not bad,” said the other. They rose, left the cell... and their victim to sobbing solitude. The bolts were shot again. Princess Alexena lay, naked and striped, suffering the torments of the damned. chained in a bleak cold cell from which escape was completely impossible. She wept unrestrainedly.
Xena woke to hear the bolts being drawn back again. Her terror was like an icicle being driven into her belly. Now they WERE coming for her!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO!” she screeched with all the force of which she was capable.
“Put a collar and chain on her,“ ordered one of the three Overseers. She held a leather switch in her hand. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO... YOU... YOU... CAN’T... DDDOOOOOOOOOO... THIS TO MEEEEEEEE... NOT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Xena. She was half out of her mind. Oh surely... SURELY... they didn’t mean... SURELY they were not going to put her in that cage again... but now with naked male slaves!
The iron collar was locked around Xena’s neck, a chain was attached to it. She was hauled off the plank-bed and lay crouched, whimpering, on the stone floor.
“On all fours, slave,” said the Overseer with the switch. When Xena made no move, that switch fell across her still tenderised buttocks. Once... twice. Then again. Xena knew it would continue to fall until she obeyed. Whimpering even louder, heaving and sobbing, Xena forced herself into the humiliating posture. Then, remorselessly, she was led out through the cell door. Along the stone corridor... Up the stone steps... She knew where she was going. And why. But her mind, seeming to have frozen, was unable to contemplate it.
The three Overseers and Xena emerged into the Palace courtyard. There was applause, cheering and laughter from one of the crowded Palace balcony. It was packed with Xena’s former female slaves, now all members of Princess Venetia’s court.
“Ahh... there she is!”
“Ohh... how lucky she is!”
“Just look what’s waiting for her!”
Xena had not yet seen them but, lined up near the cage, were a dozen of her ex-male slaves, all stark naked... and all exceedingly well hung. They had been specially chosen.
“Looking forward to it, are you, Princess?”
“Longing for those big pricks, eh?”
“She’ll have a really sore cunt by the time she gets back!”
Xena’s mind was in total turmoil. She still could not believe this was really happening. Realising she had been brought to the Palace courtyard, she tried to check her forward movement by hauling on her collar. All that did was earn her a couple of vicious strokes from the Overseers’s switch. This was greeted with even louder applause. The collar was unlocked. Xena slumped, but was immediately picked up by the Overseers and slung through the open door of the cage.
“In you go!” cried one. As on the previous day, six of Xena’s former courtiers were waiting to start the exhausting task of dragging the cage twice round the city. A male Overseer sat on top of the cage, whip at the ready. Outside the Palace gates, the sound of the expectant mob could be heard, their excitement mounting. Xena sprawled across the dirty floor of the cage, begriming her face, breasts and belly. Then, through the bars of the cage she saw... lined up... what awaited her. She wanted to scream, but could find no voice. She wanted to die but no thunderbolt struck. What was happening was impossibly unbelievable. Yet it was happening. And far, far worse was to happen yet!
“In you go, boys!” called out an Overseer... and a dozen virile males, pricks swinging, clambered swiftly up into the cage. Two of them were already half in erection. The door was closed, the driver’s whip cracked, and the cage moved slowly off. A mountain of male flesh fell upon Xena... pulling, mauling, grasping and groping. The applause and cheering from the Palace balcony became wild.
“Steady, boys,” called out one of the male slaves, “let’s play it as we’ve already agreed. You’ll all get a go. Several, in fact.”
The serum of male flesh began reluctantly to disperse as the cage made its first circuit of the courtyard. These slaves had already drawn lots to decide in what order they should ravage their former Princess. It was an obvious move to avoid what might be termed sexual anarchy and, indeed, v******e amongst the slaves themselves.
“Lars... you’re first...“
“That’s right!”
“You lucky bastard!”
Lars, long and lean, with scruffy blonde hair, was already wanking himself up to full erection. He knelt down behind the shuddering form of Xena whose eyes looked mad with horror. She was making a****l-like noises, striving to move yet completely enfeebled. Lars seized her flanks and a hideous shrieking cry erupted from her.
“NOOO... NOOOOOOOOO... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“Oh yes... yes...YES!” yelled Flavia from the packed balcony... and there was more applause. The eyes of the ex-slaves were bright and dancing with joy. Here was the kind of revenge they had not, at one time, even dared dream of!
Lars had come to full erection. He yanked up Xena’s hindquarters and splayed her thighs wide. Then, gripping the under-side of those long thighs, he positioned himself, in a matter of moments, before lunging in with savage brutality. A long cry of wailing horror went up from Xena. Applause and cheers on the balcony reached a crescendo.
“Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the watchers began to chant in unison, clapping their hands at the same time. Lars did just that, plunging in nine or ten inches of solid prick with each thrust of his haunches. The watchers saw Xena’s once classical features contorted unrecognisably in the most horrific revulsion. She was clasping at the wooden bars of the cage, trying to haul herself away. A quite hopeless attempt. Lars had her most f irmly gripped and was fucking with precision, even if rather too fast and furiously. It was not a pace he would be able to maintain for too long, but he didn’t care. He was totally inflamed with seething lust. Wasn’t he fucking the Princess? Yes... he was fucking the Princess! What more could a man ask? His fellow slaves were grouped around him, watching with lustf illed eyes, many of them already in full erection. They could scarcely bear to wait their turn!
“Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the chanting continued as the second circuit of the Palace courtyard was made. Lars continued to give of his very best!
Then the gates of the Palace swung open and the roar of the mob reached a new pitch. All were about to witness the true humbling of their one-time Princess. They were going to see her fucked to a complete standstill. And then some!
Lars, rutting furiously, was approaching a climax as the cage moved between the first lines of the mob. There were howls of encouragement.
“Give it to her, man!”
“Fuck the arse off her!”
“That’s it... wham... wham... wham!”
Lars was gasping and grunting; the moment had come. He could hold on no longer. He roared exultantly as his climax arrived and then thumped away until he was quite drained. The cheering all round was tremendous. The slave who had drawn second place impatiently hauled Lars aside. His prick looked even bigger than that of Lars. Within moments of gripping Xena’s quivering thighs, he had rammed into her. Another great wave of cheering rose up. Exultant cheering. Yet derisive cheering. Typical of the mob. Who were delighted in seeing their ex-Princess humbled. Not only humbled but savagely ravaged. It was something that many, in their secret hearts, would like to have done themselves. For once, slaves were being envied.
The new man, named Peta, tucked with a kind of dedicated precision, thumping in fully with each thrust, then withdrawing more slowly. Xena, still clutching the bars, was writhing convulsively. Her mouth was sagging open, emitting horrible yelping-wailing sounds. Her eyes were alternately staring and starting wide with horror or screwed tight. Saliva began to dribble from her gaping mouth and drop on to her juddering breasts.
“Hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh... hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh...” panted Peta as he drove and drove with massive solidity.
“Oh you b-beauty... oooohhh... what a lovely fuck you are!” Thump... thump... thump... thump ... The slave who would be next to enter was already masturbating himself with excitement.
“Hurry it up, Peta,” he said, “it’s time I had a go!” Peta just grunted and went on fucking solidly. This was a piece of pussy-flesh he would be reluctant lo leave. Still, the time was fast approaching when he knew he would have to. He worked himself into a final, exhilarating frenzy of thrusting and then exploded into Xena’s depths. The wretched woman, still clinging frantically to the bars, became a squirming contortion of revulsion.
The masturbator pulled the exhausted Peta off, flung Xena on to her back, putted up her thighs so that they fell over his shoulders, then, clasping fulsome buttocks, entered her with the same kind of brutality that the previous occupants had shown. His head went down and he nibbled at Xena’s nipples. It was painful... but Xena was already subject to so much pain that it made no difference. The great heaving-wailing sobs continued to jet out of her gaping mouth.
Laughter... Raucous ribaldry... Cheers and clapping... The cage was beginning to be dragged along one of the main thoroughfares of the city, which was more crowded.
“She’s getting a really good fucking!”
“By the Gods... look at the size of those cocks coming to her!”
“There must be a dozen of them!”
“And they won’t be content with fucking her just once!”
The slave who had taken Xena on her back, climaxed violently halfway down the main street. The cage was not yet a quarter of the way on its first circuit. Another slave was instantly ready... a swarthy-skinned giant of a man with a massively-solid erection. Xena squealed loudly as she was penetrated crudely.
“Oohh... she enjoyed that!”
“Look at her squirming!”
“Give it to her, Ramon... hard and strong...”
“Yes, Ramon, make the bitch come ...”
The giant Ramon just grunted and proceeded steadily with his work. He drove in slowly but surely, always right to the hilt, with Xena’s white thighs flapping and jerking on either side of him. Ramon had spread-eagled Xena’s arms above her head and was crushing her breasts with his chest. In fact, Xena felt as if she were being crushed to death and, at that moment, would have been happy to die in that way. In any way...
The sounds of the mob came to her, sometimes seeming faint, sometimes close and loud.
“Like that big donger, don’t you, Princess?” Yes, death in any way would have been welcome. Ramon continued to work at a steady pace, perhaps increasing it slightly. He felt his victim getting warmer and more lubricated. He was a man of stamina and control and was determined, if he possibly could, to bring this woman to an orgasm. An orgasm which, he knew, would be most unwanted. Xena, moaning but no longer resisting or struggling, was very aware of the size of the male weapon that was ravaging her. It seemed so powerful, so all-conquering, rendering her helpless. She had the utmost loathing for this r****g b**st... feeling him steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. Oh she felt so weak! As weak as a baby in an adult’s hands.
Then, to her horror, Xena felt something else. It was an a****l lust being produced within her depths. This COULD not be! This MUST not be! With all her strength, Xena fought her natural instincts. Desperately!
“N-N-N-Nooooooo... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she cried, rolling eyes starting from her head. Ramon guffawed and began to ram faster and faster. He knew he had got this ex-Princess on the run. She was on her way to an orgasm.
“He’s going to make her come!”
“Look, look... Ramon’s making her come!”
There was intense excitement in the crowd which surged around the slowly moving cage.
“Come, you whore... come then ...”
“Come! Oh look at her haunches going!”
Ramon exulted in Xena’s helpless sexual reactions as she mounted so unwillingly to a peak. He doubled the pace of his thrusting, ramming home as strongly as he possibly could. His teeth were gritted; sweat poured from him. This woman had never experienced anything like this before... nor would she again until he took her a second time.
“Look at that arse go!”
“And look at hers...”
“She’s wanting it now...“
“Loving it, the randy cow!”
A high-pitched gagging sound came from Xena’s throat as she f inally climaxed. Her wide mouth was a letter-box slit of horror, yet the release of roused lust could not be denied. Feeling it, Ramon unleashed himself, jetting and jetting in floods into Xena’s squelching, squirming depths. He uttered a groaning howl of triumph, then collapsed down on to a now virtually insensible Xena. Great roars of applause went up all around the cage. It was forced to move slowly and the driver made frequent use of his whip, urging those who pulled to extra effort. And those unfortunates did not only have the whip to contend with. They were frequently mauled, squeezed and groped as they forced their way through the mob. They had reached the main square of the city by the time a happy but temporarily exhausted Ramon hauled himself off. He was already looking forward to the second time.
“She’s fainted,” said the man who was preparing to mount. He was holding a rigid prick in his hand.
“No problem,” said another of the slaves. Thoughtfully, Overseers had placed a number of wooden buckets in the cage, all filled with water. One was lifted up and thrown over Xena’s sweating, begrimed body.
Slloosssshhhhhh!
Xena stirred and her eyelids flickered but she remained comatose. Another bucket was picked up. Ssslllooossssshhhhhhhh!
Xena gasped and jerked upright, her eyes opening. Wild eyes, f illed with shocked disbelief. She was back in the world of hideous horror... worse than any nightmare. All around her was the mass of muscular male flesh. Utterly obscene! Some were already rampant, others were playing with themselves. Xena saw the brute who had brought her down to the depths of the most abysmal shame, leaning against the bars, grinning smugly. Then Xena was turned over, face down again, and her hindquarters were hauled up once more. She began to sob with self-pity. Surely this monstrous inhumanity could not go on and on. And on. Then a new terror filled her and a sickness of revulsion rose within her. For now Xena knew she was going to be entered in a different way. She screamed, twisting wildly with what little strength she had left. But the hard knob continued to press relentlessly against her anus.
“He’s going to bum-fuck her!” shouted a voice from the crowd.
“By the Gods... so he is!”
Xena screamed again, more loudly, for the knob had entered her.
“Nooooo...nooo... nnnnnooooooo... nnnnnooooooo... AAAAAAHHHHHHH... NO... OOOOOOOOO!”
The bone hard organ had penetrated several inches. The slave was grunting happily, enjoying the extreme tightness. Probably an anal virgin, he thought... then he entered further. Xena screamed again. And went on screaming and screaming with pain as the bum-fucking proceeded relentlessly. In due time the slave got right in... then began to happily jerk back and forth.
“Doesn’t seem to be enjoying that, does she?”
“l’m not surprised!”
“EEEEEEGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH... YYYYAAAAAAGHHHHH... AAAAGGHH... NO... NOOOOOO... AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” It was fortunate for Xena that the slave had little self-control... and, in addition, the knowledge that he was bum-fucking his former Princess, soon sent him over the top.
“My... I bet that arsehole’s tender,” said a voice when he had withdrawn.
“I guess you’re right... Xena was slumped on the floor again, twitching and moaning feebly.
“M-Merceeee... merceeee... merceeee...” she was whimpering on to the wooden floor. “No... m-more... no... m-more... ohhhh... h-have merceeeee!”
But there was no let up. A sixth rampant cock entered her but, fortunately for Xena, not up her anus. The cage made two circuits of the main square before proceeding on its way around the city. There were still six more slaves who had not yet had her for the first time. And when they had, the whole procedure would begin all over again. Xena just lay there... a weak and helpless lump of female flesh... whimpering and whimpering... quite hopelessly.
It was another two hours before the cage re-entered the Palace gates. Having passed through various phases of what seemed like dementia, Xena had finally fallen totally u*********s and could not be revived. Even so, two of the slaves still fucked her! Afterwards, talking amongst themselves the slaves estimated that Xena had been fucked twenty eight times and bum-fucked four times. Not an afternoon she would forget in a hurry!
Madison
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