Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 2

... with horror or screwed tight. Saliva began to dribble from her gaping mouth and drop on to her juddering breasts. “Hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh... hoooorrrr... hhhaaaahhhh...” panted Peta as he drove and drove with massive solidity. “Oh you b-beauty... oooohhh... what a lovely fuck you are!” Thump... thump... thump... thump ... The slave who would be next to enter was already masturbating himself with excitement. “Hurry it up, Peta,” he said, “it’s time I had a go!” Peta just grunted and went on fucking solidly. This was a piece of pussy-flesh he would be reluctant lo leave. Still, the time was fast approaching when he knew he would have to. He worked himself into a final, exhilarating frenzy of thrusting and then exploded into Xena’s depths. The wretched woman, still clinging frantically to the bars, became a squirming contortion of revulsion. The masturbator pulled the exhausted Peta off, flung Xena on to her back, putted up her thighs so that they fell over his shoulders, then, clasping fulsome buttocks, entered her with the same kind of brutality that the previous occupants had shown. His head went down and he nibbled at Xena’s nipples. It was painful... but Xena was already subject to so much pain that it made no difference. The great heaving-wailing sobs continued to jet out of her gaping mouth. Laughter... Raucous ribaldry... Cheers and clapping... The cage was beginning to be dragged along one of the main thoroughfares of the city, which was more crowded. “She’s getting ...

... a really good fucking!” “By the Gods... look at the size of those cocks coming to her!” “There must be a dozen of them!” “And they won’t be content with fucking her just once!” The slave who had taken Xena on her back, climaxed violently halfway down the main street. The cage was not yet a quarter of the way on its first circuit. Another slave was instantly ready... a swarthy-skinned giant of a man with a massively-solid erection. Xena squealed loudly as she was penetrated crudely. “Oohh... she enjoyed that!” “Look at her squirming!” “Give it to her, Ramon... hard and strong...” “Yes, Ramon, make the bitch come ...” The giant Ramon just grunted and proceeded steadily with his work. He drove in slowly but surely, always right to the hilt, with Xena’s white thighs flapping and jerking on either side of him. Ramon had spread-eagled Xena’s arms above her head and was crushing her breasts with his chest. In fact, Xena felt as if she were being crushed to death and, at that moment, would have been happy to die in that way. In any way... The sounds of the mob came to her, sometimes seeming faint, sometimes close and loud. “Like that big donger, don’t you, Princess?” Yes, death in any way would have been welcome. Ramon continued to work at a steady pace, perhaps increasing it slightly. He felt his victim getting warmer and more lubricated. He was a man of stamina and control and was determined, if he possibly could, to bring this woman to an orgasm. An orgasm which, he knew, would be ...