Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2

... was the kind of revenge they had not, at one time, even dared dream of! Lars had come to full erection. He yanked up Xena’s hindquarters and splayed her thighs wide. Then, gripping the under-side of those long thighs, he positioned himself, in a matter of moments, before lunging in with savage brutality. A long cry of wailing horror went up from Xena. Applause and cheers on the balcony reached a crescendo. “Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the watchers began to chant in unison, clapping their hands at the same time. Lars did just that, plunging in nine or ten inches of solid prick with each thrust of his haunches. The watchers saw Xena’s once classical features contorted unrecognisably in the most horrific revulsion. She was clasping at the wooden bars of the cage, trying to haul herself away. A quite hopeless attempt. Lars had her most f irmly gripped and was fucking with precision, even if rather too fast and furiously. It was not a pace he would be able to maintain for too long, but he didn’t care. He was totally inflamed with seething lust. Wasn’t he fucking the Princess? Yes... he was fucking the Princess! What more could a man ask? His fellow slaves were grouped around him, watching with lustf illed eyes, many of them already in full erection. They could scarcely bear to wait their turn! “Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her... fuck her...” the chanting continued as the second circuit of the Palace courtyard was made. Lars continued to give of his very ...

... best! Then the gates of the Palace swung open and the roar of the mob reached a new pitch. All were about to witness the true humbling of their one-time Princess. They were going to see her fucked to a complete standstill. And then some! Lars, rutting furiously, was approaching a climax as the cage moved between the first lines of the mob. There were howls of encouragement. “Give it to her, man!” “Fuck the arse off her!” “That’s it... wham... wham... wham!” Lars was gasping and grunting; the moment had come. He could hold on no longer. He roared exultantly as his climax arrived and then thumped away until he was quite drained. The cheering all round was tremendous. The slave who had drawn second place impatiently hauled Lars aside. His prick looked even bigger than that of Lars. Within moments of gripping Xena’s quivering thighs, he had rammed into her. Another great wave of cheering rose up. Exultant cheering. Yet derisive cheering. Typical of the mob. Who were delighted in seeing their ex-Princess humbled. Not only humbled but savagely ravaged. It was something that many, in their secret hearts, would like to have done themselves. For once, slaves were being envied. The new man, named Peta, tucked with a kind of dedicated precision, thumping in fully with each thrust, then withdrawing more slowly. Xena, still clutching the bars, was writhing convulsively. Her mouth was sagging open, emitting horrible yelping-wailing sounds. Her eyes were alternately staring and starting wide ...