Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 7

... 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 bl**d! 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 ...