Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 1

... creature was going to get her bottom up high for every stroke. And she, Flavia, was going to lay them on just as hard as she possibly could! Having left Xena sobbing heart-rendingly on her plank-bed, chained to the wall, Flavia left the cell and drew the bolts that secured the door. What a hideous sound that must have been for the woman, she thought. And what an agony there must be in her mind at the thought of the morrow! With such happy reflections, Flavia made her way up the main part of the Palace, still musing on the exceedingly great pleasure she had obtained whilst laying the switch across Xena’s writhing bottom. It was indeed an excellent bottom, she had to admit. Certainly excellent for thrashing! She made her way towards the Throne Room, outside which stood two uniformed Sythian guards. “Announce me,” she ordered. “Certainly, My Lady,” said one, a tall, handsome-looking fellow, opening the large double doors. At once, a naked slave girl who stood in the ante-chamber, fell to her knees. “Lady Flavia seeks audience. Announce her,” he said. “At once, Master...” The girl, who had once been a privileged member of Princess Alexena’s Court, sprang to her feet and made her way towards the Throne Room, her buxom bottom swinging and bouncing. For a few moments the guard looked upon it appreciatively then, bowing, he motioned Flavia into the antechamber and towards a chair. She seated herself and was amused to hear the guard’s remark just as the doors were closing. “I think ...

... I might fuck that later,” he said. The slave came back, falling to her knees and bowing her head to the floor. She has certainly learnt the ways of slavery quickly, thought Flavia. “Her Highness will give you audience, My Lady,” stated the slave in a humble voice. Flavia said nothing but simply rose and went under the archway that led into the Throne Room itself. Dressed in a purple and gold gown, Princess Venetia was lounging on her throne, with a number of slaves in attendance, both male and female, all kneeling. “Welcome, Flavia,” she said with a smile, “I hope you like the little tableau I have arranged.” Before the throne was a low dais upon which were three nude figures, a woman and two males, obviously all slaves. The woman was on her hands and knees and was sucking the cock of the male who knelt before her; the other male was fucking her, entering her from the rear at a slow, almost ponderous pace. “Enchanting,” said Flavia. With a little shudder, she recalled the times when she had been treated similarly by Xena. Well, that was all over now and the woman was paying for it. Paying dearly. “This creature,” said Venetia, jabbing a boot into the kneeling slave’s side, “once went under the name of Lady Beatrice. She is now known simply as Bea. She was, I understand, rather a fastidious lesbian but, nowadays, she has to lend herself to all kinds of sexual activity.” “So I see,” said Flavia, seating herself on one of the gilt chairs alongside the throne. She could see the ...