, but defiant

Your senses are an essential part of your body. They tell you about the world around you, they can warn you of danger, but they can also be used against you.

For Xena, the last part was never more evident then it was right now. Surrounded by silence and darkness, the only thing her senses could focus on was her own body. And she felt everything.

The soft leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, keeping her arms above her head and her legs wide apart in a position that had become quite stressful. She felt the spit on her chest and stomach; it had dropped from her mouth, which was kept open with a large ring gag. The semen that had slowly made its way down her thigh, left inside her pussy by one of her captors after he brutally **** her. And her pussy, contracting around empty air. Wet with her juices, that were also slowly leaking from between her legs, mixing with the semen.

And above all else, she felt an overwhelming desire. A constant need for satisfaction was consuming her body. A requirement that she could not satisfy and be now attacking her sanity in ways she had never experienced. The mysterious man was right, any more of this and she would do whatever they asked if it meant satisfaction.

In a rare moment of clarity, she focused her eyes on the shelf and saw that the giant hourglass was empty. The strange glowing liquid was all in the bottom half. She sighed in relief; she made it to the end without succumbing to the aphrodisiac. She won this round at least.

A soft glow of light made the darkness recede a tiny amount. A shaded silhouette placed a new candle on the shelf then retreated into the darkness.

'I must admit being impressed. The men outside said that you never begged for anything. To be expected, of course, but still, impressive. However, that only means I have to use a stronger potion. One we rarely have to use. Only the most stubborn of slaves are subjected to its effects.'

A rough hand suddenly grabbed her hair and **** her head up. The touch was welcome after all this time, even if it was painful. A new bowl was held to her mouth and realising what was about to happen she closed her throat, preventing her from swallowing the liquid.

Noticing what Xena was doing, the man put the bowl on the shelf behind him and used his now free hand to close her nose. Xena was now faced with the choice of either swallowing the liquid or suffocating. After about a minute, her survival instincts took over, and she opened her throat to take some much-needed air, at the same time swallowing the contents of her mouth. The man repeated this until eventually, the bowl was empty.

He flipped over the two hourglasses and took a step back into the darkness.

'And now we wait. Know that this is going to be much worse than last time. And this time, I'm going to participate as well. I know you already crave a man's touch, so I'm going to indulge you, and touch every part of your gorgeous body.'

This time the effect was noticeable long before the small timepiece was empty. Where it before was only a desire to fuck someone, it now was becoming a need. Whereat first Xena's body was glowing with lust, now it was outright burning. By the time the hourglass was empty, she was continually squirming and pulling her restrains. **** for any form of stimulation. When the candle once again died out, Xena finally moaned in defeat.

Behind her, the man smiled at his success. If she reacts like this right now, then he couldn't wait to see her reactions when he started playing with her. Feeling his erection, he decided that now was the time to participate. So he stepped toward Xena and grabbed her hips.

Xena's thoughts were rudely interrupted when she felt a pair of hands grab her hips. After being devoid of any form of touch for nearly eleven hours, the hands where welcome. Her sounds of relief, however, changed into surprise and then lust as the man unceremoniously penetrated her pussy, filling her, and stayed still for a moment.

Relishing at the sensations of Xena's pussy as it convulsed around his cock the man stood there and enjoyed himself. After a few moments, he slowly withdrew himself, feeling Xena's pussy contract in pleasure at the stimulation. When he was almost out, he thrust back in, hard, he then repeated the process of slowly withdrawing and roughly inserting his cock.

Xena was overwhelmed with pleasure. She should be enraged by the fact that she was taken against her will, but it felt SO good. Every movement of the cock sent bursts of untold pleasure into her core. Never had she experienced anything like this. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, and her struggles were no longer focused on escaping, but on getting even more pleasure.

She knew her reactions where because of the **** and not her own will, but right now, she didn't care. She was so close to cumming, just a bit more and she would be there. Time past and still Xena had not cum. She was fucked relentlessly, and the pleasure was overwhelming, but she did not cum. The man sped up his motions, and Xena was thrust even higher into euphoric bliss. But still, she didn't cum. With a final thrust, the cock was buried deep into her pussy where it emptied itself in intense bursts of semen. The now flaccid cock was removed, and Xena moaned in disappointment.

'That was good. I'm going to enjoy myself with you.' Xena trashed in anger. 'Ah, I see you start to realise your predicament. They call it: "aphrodite's rejection". It is reserved for the worst offenders of aphrodite's fate. It lifts your pleasure senses to incredible heights, but at the same time, blocks your ability to orgasm.'

Xena's struggles became more ****, and the sounds she made were those of panic and disbelief.

'Oh, you might not believe me now, but give it time. Until then, I'm going to enjoy driving you insane with need.'

To emphasise his point, he grabbed both of Xena's breasts. That alone was enough for her to release a cry of pleasure. Then he started to massage them. He was alternating between gentle caresses or rough kneading.

To Xena, it made no difference. The moment he touched her breasts, she was sent on a slow but inevitable course towards orgasm. But just like before, she was blocked from achieving her release. When he sharply pinched one of her nipples Xena cried out in pleasure, and the sudden surge caused her to peak, and her pussy was contracting wildly, trying to get more than empty air. But nothing proved effective. Xena was in a state of pure bliss, ready to explode, but could not despite her best efforts.

Her already fragile resolve was further tested when the man started to fuck her again, filling her pussy with some much-needed cock. Every thrust resulted in a moan or cry from Xena, who at this time was drowning in the purest form of pleasure a human could experience. Her pussy convulsed in time with his thrusts, pulling his cock deeper into her pussy, trying desperately to get more in the hope of reaching the orgasm she so craved. Wanting to feel even more from this perfect pussy, he reached with one of his hands between Xena's legs and hovered over her clit. 'This ought to be good.'

And it was, the moment he brushed over the sensitive spot above her slit Xena reacted. And what a reaction it was. Her entire body became rigid. Her pussy clamped around his cock with such strength that he was almost **** to stop fucking her. And a sound that could barely be called human was torn from her throat; For a few seconds, he kept going like this, assaulting the three most sensitive spots on a female's body at the same time — relishing in the knowledge that Xena's body and mind where desperately trying to process both the intense, raw pleasure overwhelming her. And the fact that despite that, she still could not cum.

Thirty seconds he kept his up, after that he could no longer control himself. With a great sigh of satisfaction, he once again came inside Xena's pussy. He felt her body shudder at each shot of his orgasm, and when he was done, he removed himself and took a good long look at the mighty Xena.

Gone was the proud, mighty warrior from before. Before him, hanging exhausted from her arms, was a woman like everybody else. Admittedly a stunning one, but a woman none the less. And like every woman before her, she was defeated by her pussy.

Xena was just barely herself. The constant burning desire for pleasure and the unfulfilled need for orgasm was slowly taking over her priorities. She gathered what strength she had left and glanced at the shelf...and wished she hadn't. The hourglass had barely progressed since the man had started fucking her. This was insane; SHE would go crazy before this was over. Her panicked thoughts were swept away when two fingers were inserted into her pussy. She could not refrain from moaning at the pleasure that action alone brought her. In a curling motion, the fingers retreated, and Xena was left with an empty, unsatisfied feeling deep inside her pussy. Suddenly the fingers where shoved through the ring and into her mouth. To shocked to react, Xena tasted the bitter taste of the man's semen, and under that a second taste, her juices. Again two fingers where pushed into her pussy, and again they left her in the same fashion. Again and again, this repeated until the man had emptied her pussy and coated her mouth and face with both his semen and her juices.

Again his cock penetrated her now cleaned pussy and Xena started to cry in despair. His hands grabbed her breasts, and he pulled her closer to himself. Xena was not even trying to stop the moans of lust at the treatment; she knew it was useless.

'Do you believe me yet?' No reaction, Xena was too far in the pleasure to react. 'No matter, it will be hours until the **** wears off. And until then, I will bring you pleasure, unlike anything you have experienced before. And when I'm done, you will beg at my feet, so that you might get a chance to cum.'

And with that, the man once again started to fuck the helpless warrior princes.