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Tavia was sucking Princess Venetia’s clitoris avidly... and was rewarded by the ecstatic wriggles her lips produced. It was lovely to be able to please her divine Mistress.
“Oh darling... d-darling... yes ...oh yes... sighed Venetia happily. The two women were in the luxurious cabin below the poop deck. Both were naked on a large bed, Venetia with her thighs drawn up and parted, Tavia’s auburn head between them. There was one slave in attendance, a young male who wore the customary tight leather restrainer. He stood silently in one corner, head averted from the bed. All the same, his eyes flickered nervously, for a few moments, to the sexual scene being enacted. The lust within him was like a raging fire at the sight of Tavia’s curvaceous, naked bottom thrusting towards him. The frustration was enough to drive a man mad... but he was slowly becoming acclimatised to the constant denial of his natural appetites.
“Mmmmm... MMMMMMMMMMM... Oooohhhh... T-Tavia... d-darling... you’re making me c-come again... AAAAAAGHHHHH... NOOOOOWWWWWWW!” Tavia was delighted by the happy writhings. She asked for nothing more than to please Venetia. In a way, she thought, I’m rather like a sex slave. No matter, it was a happy existence. Venetia relaxed, quivering softly; she tapped Tavia’s head as a sign for her to rest. The girl remained between the parted thighs, filled with the delicious sexual scent of her Mistress. She was ready to serve again whenever she was wanted. In the silence of the room, the sound of the sea, through which they were slicing, could be heard as they were driven inexorably on by the movement of the oars. The first shift, totally exhausted, had been replaced by the second and a new Overseer had taken control. Tavia smiled faintly at the memory of the scene she had witnessed earlier. Slaves screaming under the lash... slaves dunked over the side until they were half drowned yet, all the same, revived... slaves thrashed with a rod over the benches on which they were forced to toil. All this was new to young Tavia and she realised how much she had enjoyed it. It was wicked and cruel, she told herself. But what did that matter? Venetia was breathing deeply. Perhaps she had gone to sleep, thought Tavia. She would simply have to wait and see. She was certainly not going to withdraw from the font of her Mistress’s sexuality. Venetia, totally relaxed... and waiting for the right moment for Tavia to resume her ministrations... was fantasising the future. A Princess as her personal slave. It was a most ravishing thought. A Princess reduced, step by step, to the most utter, abject servitude. A creature grovelling and whining to please. Heaven! There is nothing I won’t be able to do with her, thought Venetia. I can piss all over her... I can piss into her mouth... I can make her clean my asshole... I can give her to male and female slaves and watch them use her as they wish... There’s nothing I won’t be able to do! These thoughts began to excite Venetia tremendously and she tapped Tavia’s head again. Instantly that divine young tongue went to work again, rousing Venetia’s lust further. I’ll whip her whenever I feel like it... I’ll make her tongue a dozen female slaves right in front of me... 1’ll make her suck the cocks of a dozen slaves right in front of me... I’ll have her fucked by giant male slaves... black slaves... ahh... yes... black slaves... Venetia’s thighs began to quiver with mounting desire. Her mind was filled with the cruellest sadistic imaginings. And Tavia’s lips and tongue were driving her wild.
“HHOOOOR... HHHAAAAHHHH... AAAAHHHH... YES... YESSSSSSSSSS!” There was a frenzy of female flesh on the bed... then Venetia slumped moaning, totally slaked. She tapped Tavia‘s head once more.
“Y-You’ve been an absolute darling,” she said. “Come into my arms... and rest...” Tavia wormed her way up and soon the two women lay clasped together, breasts crushing. Both were totally content.

This was more than could be said for Livia who lay naked and in chains in the hold of the Flagship. She had an iron collar around her neck and to this her wrists were linked by heavy chains. Similar chains ran from her wrists to her ankles. Her back and buttocks throbbed constantly from the weals that covered them. Burning incessantly. She wept in despair, hearing Helen alongside her doing the same. Helen had also been put over the side of the ship. In a few hours’ time, I shall be chained back on that oar, Livia told herself. It did not bear thinking about. It was intolerable... yet she was going to have to tolerate it. Perhaps I can escape my chains and throw myself over the side, she thought. Would she have the courage? After all, while there was life there was hope. Perhaps, for example, Princess Alexena would have a trick or two up her sleeve and defeat this Princess Venetia of Sythia. How incredibly wonderful that would be! Then this arrogant Princess would become a slave herself. Livia would see to it she rowed in a galley. Until her dying day. These were happy thoughts but, Livia knew in her heart, hopeless ones. She had seen the might of Sythia at work. Out of the gloom of the hold, towards her, a figure slowly crawled. Livia felt the hair on the nape of her neck rise. It was male. Was it not the brute she had been forced to row alongside? A sickness rose within her. What did he intend? She was exhausted and in chains. He too was in chains but was far, far more powerful. He scrambled closer, breathing heavily. “Get away... get away... you a****l...” croaked Livia.She tried to use the kind of voice and tone she had when she had been in authority. It did not work. The brute chuckled.
“I like your tits, Mistress Livia,” he said. “Often felt like getting my hands on them. Now seems as good a time as any ...” The hard, horny hands clasped Livia’s big breasts, squeezing and mauling. She shrieked with horror and revulsion, struggling wildly to escape.
“a****l... a****l... get your hands off me!” The brute slave just went on mauling at will, chuckling softly. “Y-Yer... ess... they’re good tits your Ladyship... good big tits...” Frantically Livia tried to raise her hands to claw, but her manacles were too heavy; frantically she tried to kick but her leg fetters were too heavy. Or, maybe she was simply too exhausted to resist to any degree.
“Helen... HELP ME... HELP ME!” she cried despairingly. But Helen was too far gone to give any aid. She had been whipped and thrashed just as severely as Livia had been and had driven herself into exhaustion. The brute bit one of her nipples and Livia screamed more loudly.
“HELP ME... HELP ME... SOMEONE... HELP!” But who was there to help her? Certainly not the Overseers. As far as they were concerned, slaves could do as they liked with each other. They could couple like the b**sts they had become. And certainly no slave was going to help her. None had the strength or the will. Livia felt dizzy with terror when she suddenly felt the big, hard bone of male flesh prodding into her belly. She knew then that this brute was not just going to be content to maul her. HE WAS GOING TO **** HER! Livia tried to shriek more loudly but she seemed to have lost her voice. Again she strove with all her might to claw and kick but sheer terror seemed to have paralysed her. A hideous fate awaited her. A worse fate than she could ever possibly have imagined. She was going to be ****d by a slave! Livia slumped back weekly, uttering whimpering moans. The slave chuckled more lustfully, sensing his easy conquest.
“Ahhh... yes... that’s it your Ladyship... mmmmm... yes... I’ve got a nice big cock ready for you... and... and shortly... it’s going... right up... your cunt...” Feeling as weak and helpless as a young c***d, Livia was sobbing incessantly and trembling like a big soft white blancmange. She found herself being turned over face down. Her chains were clanking and so were those of her ravisher. Her flanks were roughly seized and she was pulled up.
“You... got a nice arse too, your Ladyship...” Desperately, Livia tried to twist away, but she had no strength left. Her quaking thighs were crudely parted.
“N-N-Neeee... eeeggghhh... no... oooooooooo...” It was a rattling noise in her throat. And then the sound changed to an undulating wail of shrieking pain and horror as the slave rammed into her with brutish savagery. She heard his grunts of pleasure... Sickness rose up within her. The size of him was horrifying. Death would have been a happy release at that hideous moment. But it did not come. Instead the slave began to pound in and out of her, snorting piggishly, his hairy belly slapping again and again to Livia’s soft, juddering buttocks. Why do I not faint under this horror? Livia wondered. But she did not. The driving pace of the revolting male organ increased. As did the piggish grunts. Harder... harder... faster... faster... Snort... snort... snort... snort... It was like a big bone, splitting her. Thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... Livia’s wails continued, heard all around the hold. Heard and ignored. The speed of thrusting became more frenzied. The slave was now just snorting and whinnying with pleasure. He was peaking... and Livia thanked the Gods it was nearly over. Livia felt the eruption come. Spurting... spurting... spurting... spurting... Filling her with his revolting seed. She was literally sick. Choking on it. The clanking of the chains ceased as the slave slumped and groaned, his savage lust at last slaked. Livia had to endure his sweating body for a minute or so more. Then she felt the now flaccid organ withdraw. I have been ****d, she said to herself, filled with abysmal self-pity. ****d by a slave. Then her bottom got a stinging slap.
“Thanks... your Ladyship...” said the slave... and staggered, clanking, away.

The journey to Barbaria took six days and nights. Out of every twenty four hours, Livia spent eight hours on her oar. She felt the whip daily and three more times she was dunked over the side and then thrashed. The Overseers were utterly ruthless in their demands for maximum effort. Albeit, Livia’s fitness and strength improved day by day. She lost two stones and soon realised she had become fitter than ever before in her life. The muscles of her arms, legs and belly strengthened. But it was cold comfort. The perpetual agony of the effort required remained. As did the excruciating torment of the biting lash. Nightly, in the hold, Livia was fucked. Usually by the same brute who had had her first of all but often by several other similar brutes as well. She began to consider it as just part of her new, horrifying existence.
I will, Livia frequently told herself, take the first opportunity I get of killing myself. But she wondered if she would. In her heart she knew she was a craven coward.

On the sixth day, Princess Venetia left her Flagship and, using a small dinghy, bearded the vessel of the Commander of the Fleet. This was Captain Sardin, a bluff giant of a man who, despite his outward appearance, was obsequiously fawning towards the Princess. He took her orders, like everyone else, without question, not even being asked for his advice.
“When will Barbaria be in sight, Captain?” she asked. Standing on the bridge wearing an exceedingly short purple tunic dress and matching, thigh- length boots. It was one of her favourite outfits. Submissively and happily, Tavia stood alongside her, wearing a similar outfit but in white. Captain Sardin was very well aware of the sexual allure of these two powerful and beautiful women. It made him nervous.
“Within one hour, Highness,” he said.
“Make a signal to double the pace of the oars,” said Princess Venetia. “I wish it to be sooner.”
“At once, Highness.” The signal was made and the long oars flashed even faster, scudding up white foam. The cracking of whips and bellows of pain f illed the morning air.
“Doubtless,” said Princess Venetia, “they will send a scouting pinnace.”
“I would imagine so, Highness.”
“You will blow it clean out of the water as soon as we are clearly in sight of the port.”
“Yes, Highness.” Captain Sardin glanced forward to the bow of his vessel where stood the Bofors gun. It had been checked again and again and all was in good working order. Alongside it stood a small pile of shells. Shells were in limited supply and on no account to be wasted. That was why accurate gunnery was essential. Captain Sardin much hoped it would be so on this occasion since he had no wish to be reduced to the ranks of inefficiency. He glanced covertly at the Princess’s long-booted limbs, seeing the bare thigh tops, as he had often enough before. He wondered what it would be like to be in bed with her. She was biased towards lesbianism, he knew, but on the other hand, she was bisexual. This new favourite of hers was a real ripe little beauty. Make a marvellous fuck, he thought. Then he realised the Princess had addressed him. “I... I beg pardon, Highness?”
“I said, Captain,” stated the Princess acidly, “what are your plans when we enter the port?”
“To dispose of any vessels therein.”
“No,” said the Princess, shaking her head. “A waste. To dispose of one will be sufficient. The rest will surrender at the sight.”
“Yes, Highness ...” He should have thought of that... rather than dreaming about fucking her favourite.
“And then?”
“We will land the troops, Highness. The vanguard will carry the six Mauser pistols. That should be sufficient.”
“More than sufficient,” said Venetia. She was thinking it was about time she had a new Commander of the Fleet. “Four will be quite enough.”
“Very good, Highness,” said Captain Sardin in a crawling tone. “Have you any further orders, Highness?”
“The troops will proceed at once to the Palace and surround it. No one will leave it. On pain of death to the Commander of the Land forces.”
“It is understood, Highness.”
“Have a bottle of sparkling white wine sent to the bridge, Captain.”
“At once, Highness...” A very short while later, a naked slave-girl was pouring wine into the golden goblets Princess Venetia used. Tavia, too, was served, but Captain Sardin was not asked to join them. That was typical of how men, even of good rank, were treated by women of the Court and the Princess. Soon, on the horizon, the outline of the land mass of Barbaria appeared. It was a view many captives of a Barbarian raid had seen as they hung in chains from the side of a ship. The first view of their land of servitude. Now, for the first time in history. a small but allpowerful fleet was approaching Barbaria... and was about to bring it to its knees.
A little while later, the outline of the city of Nexos could be seen. Then the harbour. As Venetia had predicted, a pinnace was setting out to investigate their arrival. Manned by galley-slaves, it placed itself athwart the small Sythian fleet, then ran up a flag indicating that the new arrivals should declare themselves. Disdainfully, the Sythian fleet swept on at full pace, its wretched galley-slaves straining to the maximum.
“Who are you?” bellowed a Barbarian voice as they passed no more than fifty yards away. Warriors with swords and shields could be seen lining the ship’s rails.
“Sythians!” called back Captain Sardin. “Your new masters!”
There was a roar of rage from the Barbarian vessel and it turned to give hurried chase to the invaders, constantly issuing peremptory orders for the ship to heave to. The ships were within a hundred yards of the port entrance... and the citizens of Nexos could be seen running to witness this unusual spectacle... when Captain Sardin gave the order to fire.
The Bofors swung round and, resoundingly, a shell whistled towards the bridge of the Barbarian pinnace. It struck the bridge fair and square and there was instant panic and consternation on board the small ship.
“Two more rounds,” ordered Captain Sardin. “Sink her.” Two more shells were accurately aimed, this time below the water line, and the pinnace quickly settled down and began to sink. Those who had survived, jumped overboard and swam for the shore. The Sythian fleet swept serenely on... and into the harbour. Orders rang out for the galley- slaves to stop rowing. Oh what relief! In the harbour, other vessels were making ready to approach these unexpected newcomers. Everyone was asking: What has happened to our own fleet? Who are these outrageous people, daring to attack Barbaria? Barbaria, the ruler of the world, led by Princess Alexena? None knew at that moment they were witnessing the beginning of the fall of their City, State and Empire.
The unheard of sound of gunfire came again and a second small vessel sunk rapidly. Other vessels around it ceased movement and gazed in wonder at this terrible device which brought such rapid destruction. Fear filled every heart. They all knew they were in the presence of something overwhelmingly powerful. A kind of magic from the Gods. There was an instinct to bow down before it. What was unbeatable must be revered. Once again Princess Venetia had been proved right. It was only necessary to sink one vessel in the port to ensure the surrender of the rest. A shifty silence descended on the quays which were thronged with curious citizens, guards and soldiers. Captain Sardin’s vessel came alongside a jetty.
“Lay down your arms,” he called out. “Anyone who does not, will be killed.” There was instant shouts of rage and defiance. Then the Mausers began to spit their fire, picking off one target after another. Men screamed with shocked pain... then died. Swords and shields began to clatter to the cobbles. Resistance was overcome in the face of such incomprehensible power. It was as if men were being struck by lightning. Silence fell and Barbarians watched aghast as troops landed unhindered and began to march towards the Palace of Nexos.

Personal Account Princess Alexena

My nerves had been at some stretch for days, if not weeks. What worried me was the long absence of Captain Varian and our fleet. They should have long completed the expedition by now. The wretched man could at least have sent back a pinnace if he were being delayed for any reason. I had already decided he should be retired when he ultimately returned. At least he would be bringing with him the female ruler of this island called Sythia. I jabbed the heel of my sandal sharply into the buttocks of my personal slave, Flavia. She was acting as my footstool. Such a simple act relieved my inner tensions a little. Quite frequently, when I was in such a state, I would have a slave brought to me and flog her or him. Such an act calmed my nerves a little. Cera, another of my personal slaves, was gently massaging my breasts with scented oil. Soothing and comforting. Perhaps a little later, I would have one or the other tongue me. Perhaps both, one after the other. Such attention was also good for my nerves. Lady Melmia came into the chamber unannounced and curtsied. She is a long-standing member of my Court.
“I trust I do not disturb anything, Princess,” she said.
“Nothing of importance,” I answered. I gave Flavia another jab with my toe. She gasped with pain. “What is it, Melmia?”
“Princess... I... I was in my room, out on the balcony, when I heard strange sounds coming from the harbour.”
“So... what concern is that of mine?”
“It was that... Princess... the sounds were so strange. Loud and frightening. Like thunderbolts falling.” I couldn’t help smiling.
“Is that so? It is not the time of year for thunderbolts, Melmia? You are letting your imagination run away with you.” “Princess... I assure you... I h-heard...”
“Silence, my Lady,” I snapped. “Do not attempt to contradict me.”
“I beg pardon, Princess,” whispered Melmia. I could see that she was genuinely frightened. That was a little worrying but then the woman was now in her forties. Prey to various female trouble. Another jab in the bottom for Flavia. It was nice to be able to do so just whenever I wished. Power. That is the supreme satisfaction in life. Melmia curtsied and turned to leave.
“I am sorry to have disturbed you unnecessarily, Princess,” she said.
“That’s all right, Melmia,” I yawned. “Go and have a little rest.” She departed. “Cera,” I said, “stop massaging my breasts and come down and tongue me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said the girl respectfully, obeying my command instantly. I was, in a way, rather fond of the girl, though I never had any hesitation in thrashing her if I thought she needed it. Her tongue moved subtly and skilfully. All my personal slaves gave me the greatest pleasure in that way. They had, of course, been thoroughly trained to do so. I lifted my sex higher to allow the girl to get her tongue in deeper She did so at once and I sighed happily. I thought ahead to the evening. After dinner, I and a few Ladies of my Court were going to have a little fun with some male slaves. They were going to be made to masturbate in front of us. Masturbate but not ejaculate. The first one who did would receive thirty six strokes of the whip, the second, thirty, the third twenty four... and so on. Rather fun that. The winner would be given to any of the Ladies who fancied him and she would finally bring him off with her sex. Playing with slaves in that fashion has always rather amused me.
Cera was just bringing me to a satisfying orgasm when there was a hurly-burly of noise at the door. I was furious when Ryar, my Chief Overseer, burst in and flung himself sprawling on the floor before me.
“Princess ...” he cried, pounding on the floor with his fists, “all is lost! The Palace is surrounded!”
“What on earth are you talking about, oaf?” I demanded. I was a little disturbed but, also, I had not quite reached my climax.
“Princess,” he whined, “a strange force has landed in the port. With weapons of unimaginable power. Your troops are surrendering in droves!”
“What?” Now I was truly startled.
“It is true, Princess. I shall fight to the death. But they can kill with weapons at a distance.”
“Who are these people?”
“They are called Sythians, Princess ...” “Sythians!” My voice came out in a kind of shriek.
“But Captain Varian was sent to conquer these Sythians!”
“S-Something must have gone wrong.” whined Ryar.
“Impossible!” I kicked Flavia away and flung Cera off me. “Fetch my robe,” I ordered. In moments I was wrapped in my familiar long golden robe. I found I was trembling a little with agitation And anger. Someone was going to pay for these goings on. There was a serious breech in security. Backs would be whipped; balls would be removed; heads would roll. It was time for a serious shake-up in both services. Then, to my dismay, I heard the tramp of military feet in the corridor outside my chamber. This was intolerable! My personal privacy was being invaded. How could this be happening? How? I found little icy tentacles beginning to grip my heart. Something had seriously gone wrong... Then the door of my chambers was flung open and a uniformed male approached. He held some kind of metal instrument in his hand.
“This is an outrage!” I yelled in sudden fury. “How dare you... HOW DARE YOU!”
“Sythians are the masters now,” he said easily. “You will come with me... and wait until Princess Venetia sends for you.”
“NEVER!” I screamed, maddened by this uniformed pig’s insolence. But then I was at once seized by two of the uniformed males who f lanked him... and hustled out of my own chamber. I tried to resist with all my strength but it was of no avail. The indignity of it was well-nigh intolerable. Never... never before ...in my life had I been man-handled. They forced me down some stairs and then into a small, barely furnished room.
“You will stay here until you are sent for,” said the uniformed pig. I could have killed him. Me... Princess Alexena... SENT FOR! The door closed and I looked wildly round for some implement with which to attack them when they returned. There was nothing. I also saw the room had no windows. I sat down on the bed in temporary despair but with rage in my heart. In some way, I had been let down. My fleet, my troops, had failed me. That was something I had never remotely considered possible before. Worst of all, it had all been done by this Sythian woman. Princess Venetia didn’t she call herself? I vowed there and then, when my time came for revenge, she would pay a terrible price. Time passed slowly. There was nothing I could do. But wait... And wait... And wait... I was driven alternately, by fear and fury. I shook with it. What insolence it was to treat me so! I, the ruler of the known world! Even if I had suffered a temporary set back, there was no call for this kind of outrageous behaviour. I ground my teeth; I dug my nails into my palms. I continued to shake. Then, at long last, the door was unlocked and opened. I leapt to my feet. It was the two uniformed pigs again.
“You are to be taken to Princess Venetia,” said one. I sprang at him, talons clawing. He may have been expecting it for he avoided me easily.
“Naughty... naughty ...” he said softly. I wanted to kill him there and then. But I was frog-marched out of the room and back up the stairs. Towards my own chamber.

I could not believe my eyes when I entered. Another woman... tall, blonde, statuesque, with classically beautiful features... was seated on my throne. She wore a short tunic-type gown of purple and thigh-length matching boots.
“Get off my throne!” I shrieked, striving to break free. She remained quite impassive, her large blue eyes roving over me objectively. Was there not a gloating look in them?
“Get off ...” I cried. “you have no right...” She said one word. “Kneel... I lifted my chin and said nothing. No doubt my eyes were blazing. “Kneel ...” she repeated. I would never kneel to her... and she must have known it. There was a pause. “Very well,” she said smugly, “we will deal with that in a moment. Meanwhile I want to impress on you the impossibility of your position. Your fleet has been sunk; Captain Varian has committed suicide. Your land troops have lain down their arms and have been locked into stockades...” Could all this be true? “... my men now guard your Palace. Your female Courtiers have all been stripped naked and hang in chains in cells, awaiting my attention. Your female slaves are now being interrogated. Many have already been released. I shall now display to you a selection of your male Court officials.”
The woman snapped her fingers and the double doors swung open. I gasped in shocked dismay. A dozen or so of my trusted officials... civil administrators, financial experts, town planners... were being led in. I also saw Ryar, my Chief Overseer among them. They were all naked, with hands manacled behind them and each one was led by a woman (obviously Sythian Overseers) by means of a chain attached to an iron ring about his balls. They all looked terrified. “Nooo... OOOOHHH... NOOOOOOO... “ I heard myself moaning.
This dramatic visual presentation of my new powerlessness stunned me. Those icy tentacles began to grab my heart again.
“An unpleasant fate awaits these creatures,” continued the woman occupying my throne. “Tomorrow, with others like them, they will be taken to the main square. There they will be castrated, then beheaded.” No wonder they looked so terrified!
“S-Save us... oh save us, Princess...” whimpered a pathetic male voice. I, of course, could do nothing but stand helpless, transfixed by disbelief.
“Do not address her as Princess,” said the woman, “for she is no longer any such thing. She is no longer even Alexena. I have renamed her. She is called Xena. You pronounce it as if the first letter were a Z.” I went wild with fury at this announcement. This new piece of insolence.
“How dare you... HOW DARE YOU... you... BITCH! You can’t do this to me... YOU CAN’T!”
“Take them away,” said the woman with a wave of her hand. Groaning, the group of my ex-officials was led out. The door closed. The blue eyes swung back upon me piercingly. Behind this woman, four powerful-looking female Overseers regarded me stonily. I knew fear. She repeated that one word again.
“Kneel ...” she said.
“NEVER,” I announced in as confident a voice as I could manage. She smiled just faintly... happily.
“Very well,” she said. She motioned the four female Overseers forward. “Strip her naked and put her in suspension above this throne.” It was where often enough, I had suspended new prisoners. It was utterly unbelievable it was now going to happen to me. Impossible! Totally absurd!
“In a few hours time, I shall repeat my order,’` she continued as the four females closed in on me and tore my golden robe from me. Making a desperate effort, summoning all my courage, I remained silent as my nudity was exposed to all. I would not give them the satisfaction of fighting them... or begging and screaming for them to desist. In short, I would show them how a true Princess could behave.