Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1

... all too ready to lash down the switch again. “Put a collar round her neck and attach a chain to it,” Flavia ordered one of the Overseers. Xena felt the iron collar locked on, heard a length of chain being attached. It makes one feel like an a****l, she thought wretchedly. Intentionally, of course. Had she not, in her time, done the same to hundreds of others? Flavia took the chain in her hand and moved towards the Palace. The collar tugged painfully. Perf***e, Xena had to follow. Several times she collapsed down on to the hard stones. Flavia did not pause. She simply dragged Xena along on the ground, until she managed to push herself up on all fours again. Into the Palace they went, then along once-familiar corridors. Then down into the less familiar dungeon area. Not surprisingly, Xena lost her balance on the descending stone steps... and Flavia kept pulling until the descent was completed. However, Xena was already in so much pain, the additional bumping and bruising seemed to make very little difference. Ultimately they arrived at the door of Xena’s cell and Flavia unlocked it and pulled her victim in. It was a small cell, as bare and bleak as it was possible to imagine. It had stone walls, a stone floor, and a stone ceiling which was crossed with heavy beams from which hung chains and manacles.Against one wall was a plain plank-bed. “Get up on there and kneel, slave,” ordered Flavia... and accompanied her words with a vicious cut of the switch. Xena shrieked and ...

... clambered up on the wooden pallet. Sobbing, she knelt, turning towards Flavia. The young woman lashed the switch across the lush breasts which thrust towards her. Xena shrieked more loudly. “Where are your hands supposed to be, slave?” demanded Flavia. Xena remembered. She placed her clasped hands on top of her head, seeing the cruel young face through a mist of tears. Flavia was blonde and exceedingly pretty but her new-found authority seemed to have hardened her features somewhat. “I hope you enjoyed your little tour, Princess,” said Flavia with a thin smile. At the cruel mention of her former title, tears spurted from Xena’s eyes. “I am sure,” continued Flavia, “that your once-loyal citizens enjoyed examining your wares, which were so well displayed. Don’t you think so, slave?” “Y-Yes... Miss...” croaked Xena weakly. What else was there to say? She did not wish to feel that switch across her so-tender breasts again. “And tomorrow you will make an even more enjoyable spectacle!” A dreadful terror welled up in Xena. Ever since Venetia had spoken those unbelievable words in the Throne Room, Xena had f***ed them from her mind, telling herself they were just a threat to frighten her into submission. For surely no one, however evil, could do that to a woman who had once been a Princess! Now, Xena was f***ed to recall the words which, at the time, had caused her to fall into a faint. They were: ‘Subsequent days will be more entertaining. For, in the cage with you will be a dozen of your ...