1. Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 8


    Date: 2/28/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: Victor-Bruno, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    coming any second ... She was! Leo saw the hand go up and, with a sudden frenzy of thrusting, unleashed himself into a jerking-twisting Karena. Oh lovely... lovely... lovely! You couldn’t beat a tight six-teen year old. A real little wriggling beauty. With his head in Karena’s smooth back, Leo slowly recovered. Miralda was sighing contentedly. One way or another, thought Leo, Karena had done a good job! (Another week has passed) Xena was being trained, along with five other female slaves, to use an oar. Venetia had decided she would, from time to time have her as one of her galley slaves on the Royal Barge. It would be enjoyable to watch the ex-Ruler of Barbaria sweat under a hot sun while she toiled her guts out. A water-filled tank was used for training. The slaves sat on individual benches alongside the tank, into which their oars projected. The trainer moved up and down on a catwalk, a thin whip at the ready. A drum dictated the pace of the sweep of the boars... and this varied from slow and steady to fast and furious. But pace wasn’t everything. Bladework and style were closely watched. Only the best was good enough for Princess Venetia.Xena had been on her oar for an hour. She knew she would remain on it for yet another hour. She was sweating profusely for the chamber in which they toiled was humidly warm. Her mouth was sagging a little and her breath rasping. The trainer’s whip was beginning to fall more frequently, though Xena herself had not yet felt it. Her mind ...
    kept going back to the previous day. Or was it the day before that? Venetia had had her put in the mobile cage again... with twelve male slaves. Once more she had been dragged twice round the City of Nexos, to the accompaniment of cheers and jeers of derision and laughter. She had been fucked too many times to remember and, in addition, now she was considered an adequate performer, she had to suck many slaves, too. Xena had been taken back to her cell in a state of total exhaustion and put under sedation for twenty four hours. Then she had been brought before Venetia and, weeping, f***ed to give an account of what were termed her’ adventures’. “How many times were you fucked, slave?” asked Venetia imperiously. “I... mmmmf... I... mmmfff... mmff... c-can’t r-remember, Highness...” sobbed Xena. “Can’t remember?” Venetia looked astonished. “I suppose you got too excited to remember.” “Y-Yes, H-Highness,” agreed Xena wretchedly. She had got into the habit of agreeing with everything Venetia said, no matter how vile or untrue it was. “And I suppose you can’t remember how many cocks you sucked either, slave.” “N-No, Highness... I humbly beg pardon, Highness...” Venetia smiled faintly. It amused her to reflect that, a few weeks previously, Xena would hardly have imagined herself begging her pardon for not remembering how many cocks she had sucked! Indeed, the very idea of ever sucking a cock would have been beyond her. Cera had done a good job there and, not long ago, kneeling at ...
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