Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2

... “Ahh... there she is!” “Ohh... how lucky she is!” “Just look what’s waiting for her!” Xena had not yet seen them but, lined up near the cage, were a dozen of her ex-male slaves, all stark naked... and all exceedingly well hung. They had been specially chosen. “Looking forward to it, are you, Princess?” “Longing for those big pricks, eh?” “She’ll have a really sore cunt by the time she gets back!” Xena’s mind was in total turmoil. She still could not believe this was really happening. Realising she had been brought to the Palace courtyard, she tried to check her forward movement by hauling on her collar. All that did was earn her a couple of vicious strokes from the Overseers’s switch. This was greeted with even louder applause. The collar was unlocked. Xena slumped, but was immediately picked up by the Overseers and slung through the open door of the cage. “In you go!” cried one. As on the previous day, six of Xena’s former courtiers were waiting to start the exhausting task of dragging the cage twice round the city. A male Overseer sat on top of the cage, whip at the ready. Outside the Palace gates, the sound of the expectant mob could be heard, their excitement mounting. Xena sprawled across the dirty floor of the cage, begriming her face, breasts and belly. Then, through the bars of the cage she saw... lined up... what awaited her. She wanted to scream, but could find no voice. She wanted to die but no thunderbolt struck. What was happening was impossibly unbelievable. Yet ...

... it was happening. And far, far worse was to happen yet! “In you go, boys!” called out an Overseer... and a dozen virile males, pricks swinging, clambered swiftly up into the cage. Two of them were already half in erection. The door was closed, the driver’s whip cracked, and the cage moved slowly off. A mountain of male flesh fell upon Xena... pulling, mauling, grasping and groping. The applause and cheering from the Palace balcony became wild. “Steady, boys,” called out one of the male slaves, “let’s play it as we’ve already agreed. You’ll all get a go. Several, in fact.” The serum of male flesh began reluctantly to disperse as the cage made its first circuit of the courtyard. These slaves had already drawn lots to decide in what order they should ravage their former Princess. It was an obvious move to avoid what might be termed sexual anarchy and, indeed, v******e amongst the slaves themselves. “Lars... you’re first...“ “That’s right!” “You lucky bastard!” Lars, long and lean, with scruffy blonde hair, was already wanking himself up to full erection. He knelt down behind the shuddering form of Xena whose eyes looked mad with horror. She was making a****l-like noises, striving to move yet completely enfeebled. Lars seized her flanks and a hideous shrieking cry erupted from her. “NOOO... NOOOOOOOOO... NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Oh yes... yes...YES!” yelled Flavia from the packed balcony... and there was more applause. The eyes of the ex-slaves were bright and dancing with joy. Here ...