Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1

Chapter One Xena’s heart was so full of hate and bitterness. She thought it must surely burst. Her hate was directed at Princess Venetia who had humbled her and had her displayed naked to her former citizens in a cage. Xena’s bitterness was directed against her former citizens. They had once held her in awe. Worshipped her, almost. Now that she had fallen and was powerless, they had instantly turned against her. As she made two long circuits of the city, they mocked her, they derided her, they even spat upon her. There were foul jibes and raucous laughter at her piteous condition. The rawness of her breasts, buttocks and thighs, the result of the terrible flogging she had received from Princess Venetia, were well noted. Those savage weals were much commented on... and much approved of, so it seemed, as was her figure. Her breasts, her pussy, her buttocks, her thighs, all were applauded and evaluated in an utterly derisory fashion. Xena prayed for death as the small procession made its slow way around the city. She saw a whip falling repeatedly across the naked bellies of six of her former courtiers as they the carried her in the wooden cage. Yet, she was sure, their sufferings were not as great as hers. T he higher one has been raised, the lower one has to fall. Would it never end? The baying and jeering of the mob? It was something that, hitherto, had been quite unimaginable. It was a kind of act of blasphemy. Yet it was happening. Xena ground her teeth in wild torment at ...

... the thought of this new conqueror sitting in her palace, gloating over what she had ordered to be done. At the first opportunity, Xena told herself, I will end it all. I will kill myself... But wait... would that not be foolish? It would deprive her of any possibility of ultimate revenge. Which was what Xena ached for so intolerably. Oh... revenge! Revenge... that would be sweet beyond all imagining! Only by living did she have any possibility of obtaining it. After all, there was always the hope of it. Had she not thought herself the ruler of the world? Yet she had been conquered. Surely it was possible that the same fate could befall this Princess Venetia. It was something to cling to, even in the most hopeless hours. A spark to nurture, even if it constantly seemed on the verge of being extinguished. Oh... oohh... give me strength to endure, Xena prayed. To endure in order to be revenged. In that moment, Xena decided not to kill herself, no matter how cruel and harsh her treatment. She must, somehow, cling to that one hope. It would become like a guiding star in all the terrible torments she was sure lay ahead of her. REVENGE must be her watchword! The procession continued... The tumult of laughter and ribaldry went on. “Oh what an aristocratic-looking cunt!” “She’s got a good arse on her...” “Well striped too...” “Like those lovely tits...” „She had I coming to her, the wicked bitch!” Xena ground her teeth at the cruel injustice of it all, the vile treachery and ingratitude ...