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Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 8

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

demure. She was now indeed a shadow of her former self. The two dusky slaves spent quite some hours attending to her. Washing and combing her hair, making up her face, painting her nipples, sex lips and anus, attaching pendant jewels to her nose, clitoris and nipple rings. Then Xena lay down on a soft, silken bed. It was quite like old times. She wept softly. A few hours later, Ibi and Tora came to take Xena to the King. They did not chain her; she simply walked between them. “Remember,” Ibi said bef ore they left for the Royal Chamber, “you move, once you are in the presence of the Master, our King, only on your belly. You insinuate yourself along like a snake. You always address him as Master... and you obey him in the minutest degree. You have been sent here solely for his pleasure. Make sure you please him.” “Yes,” answered Xena meekly. She was aware now that she had truly become a slave. They came to a pair of big golden doors. Sentinels pulled them open. Ibi and Tora signed to Xena to go to her knees. Then on to her belly. She found herself on smooth cold marble. “Move,” said Ibi. Xena slithered forward, not knowing where she was going. She was aware they had entered another chamber. Words were spoken. Then Xena slithered into another chamber. I am like a snake, she thought. Certainly as low and as submissive. “This is the slave Xena,” said a clarion-like voice, “a gift, Master, from her Royal Highness Princess Venetia.” “Have her come forward,” said a deep, ... growling voice. “I shall see if I will accept this gift.” Under the direction of the two slaves, Xena slithered forward. She was tense, in dread of what was now going to happen. She was a gift. Nothing more. And a gift must please. There was a silence. Then the sound of drink being poured into a clinking goblet. Then the slurping sound of drinking. Xena remained with her nose pressed to the marble floor. She was shivering with dread. “Kneel erect,” ordered the slave Ibi. Her Master had made a signal. Xena knelt erect, automatically placing her hands on top of her head. With shoulders well back, her milky white breasts, so fulsome, thrust superbly. Her eyes seemed to be shimmering. Finally they focused. Before her, on a sumptuously cushioned couch, reclined the frightening figure of a huge, coal black man... muscled like a wrestler in arms and legs, barrel-chested, hugely pot-bellied, with a thickly girthed penis. This mountainous mass of Negroid flesh glistened with oil and sweat. King Reenus was of Nubian origin. His early forebears had been slaves. Now he was a ruler, King of a small but powerful island city-state... a loyal ally of Princess Venetia. “I will accept the gift,” said King Reenus, his eyes roving lustfully over Xena’s lush, milk-white body. The entourage of white and dusky slaves had been dismissed. King Reenus was alone with his gift, who was shuddering inwardly and outwardly with horror. How... oh how... was she going to make herself please this huge, black gross ...