A new . A new prisoner. And a new torment

Maddening. That was the only word Xena's mind had for her current form of ****. The feather between her legs steadily flicked back and forth. Each stroke moved across her pussy and clit, bombarding the hypersensitive nerves in it with stimulation. And that stimulation was precisely why it was maddening. Even the light touch of a feather was enough to bring pleasure, and the slightest amount of pleasure sent her careening towards orgasm.

She tried to push into the feather, hoping that more pressure would help. She knew that it wouldn't, but her body tried anyway. When that failed, she decided to pull away, trying to get away from the constant ****. But ever since the ropes holding her in place had been tightened, moving in any direction became impossible. She was trapped in place, **** to endure a level of stimulation that had her always in a state of cumming. If only she could, but the **** was relentless in its work, blocking whatever part of her body triggered orgasms.

The only consolation, however small it was, was that the flicking of the feather slowed down over time. When it finally stopped, it returned to its upright position, pressing the feather against Xena's clit. She took as deep a breath as she could, and tried to collect her scattered thoughts. She had made some progress in that regard when a drop of her saliva, leaking from her open mouth, fell from her chin and landed on one of her nipples.

Even such a simple thing had become pleasurable to her, and she shuddered as a fresh wave of arousal flowed from the hard nub atop her breast into her body. Unfortunately, the shuddering motion made her clit brush against the feather and a second wave washed over her. She couldn't suppress a lustful moan as her body began to make small rocking motions in an attempt to get more of that delightful pleasure. A few seconds of this, and she was already frantically rocking against the feather, **** to get off and undoing her work on recollecting her thoughts. For now, there was only one thought, until she managed to get her body back under control.

This cycle repeated itself over and over, until finally, when the hourglass was half empty, the man returned. He removed the pole holding the feather in place and addressed Xena as he placed a new candle on the shelf.

'Good news ****, you're going to a new room. I can imagine you getting tired of this one. It turns out one of my scouts came home with a nice surprise, and I would like to share it with you. But first, we have to prepare you properly.'

He walked back into the shadows surrounding Xena and returned with a cup. He raised it to her mouth and poured it through the ring-gag into her mouth.

Using his free hand, he held her head in place as he carefully emptied the cup. It tasted sour, and Xena cringed at the taste. But the fluid itself was a welcome reprieve.

After a moment of tense silence, Xena began to feel a change in her senses.

Slowly, the world around her got darker and darker. That hated hourglass, the candle next to it, and the man standing in front of her. Everything faded until there was nothing but darkness.

Next, the sour taste in her mouth slowly disappeared as well. She tried swallowing, and a few bits of her saliva went down her throat, but it tasted like nothing. Bland, stale, and tasteless.

This was followed swiftly by the smell of the room getting weaker. The room was filled with a mixture of salty sweat and the musk of sex, but that too disappeared.

And last, her hearing got weaker and weaker. Her ragged breathing, the creaking of the ropes as she tried, and failed, to break free. Everything faded until all she could hear was absolute silence.

Trapped in a world of complete darkness, with no way of determining what was happening around her, She realised that she was genuinely powerless against these people.

Suddenly, her panicked thoughts were rudely broken when her last remaining sense was triggered. A hand started to grope one of her breasts. He took a handful of the supple flesh, squeezing it, while his fingers tweaked the nipple. A second hand reached between her legs, and roughly inserted two fingers into her slit. Within seconds, the fear and confusion had been replaced by arousal. She was pressing against his hands; she knew her hips were fucking his fingers but were powerless to stop herself.

With nothing else to focus on, the sensations were so much more intense. The pleasure rose, crossed her limit, and continued to build. Adding to the already massive orgasm that had been building. If she could hear, she would have heard herself make pathetic sounds of despair and lust.

As abruptly as it had started, the hands disappeared, and Xena felt a wave of despair as the pleasure subsided. She was taking laboured breaths when suddenly, the ropes began to loosen. After fifteen hours of the most intense sexual torment of her life, Xena was too exhausted to stand on her legs, and she slowly sank to her knees, as the rope holding her arms up lowered her down.

There was some fumbling at her wrists, and one after the other, her hands were released. No longer being held up, she slumped to the ground. Her heavy breathing pushed her chest into the cold stone floor, scraping her nipples against the rough material. The sensation was enough to inflame her body once again, and her now free hands slowly crawled to between her legs.

Before she could reach her aching pussy though, her arms were **** behind her back and tied together. Her upper body was pulled off the floor, so she was sitting on her knees. An extra piece of rope was wrapped around her arms, just above her elbows, and as it was pulled tighter, she felt her breasts begin to stick out. Just when she felt her arms would break under strain, the rope was tied off. The taut skin of her beautiful breasts made her aware of how sensitive and **** they were right now, and she shuddered at the thought of what these slavers would do to her.

Two hands gripping a breast each harshly pulled her out of her thoughts. She twisted in a pitiful attempt to get away, but she was too tied up to offer any real resistance. When the hands began to knead and maul her breasts, she quickly lost her desire to escape to lust. After a few minutes, the hands moved to her nipples, alternately stroking, pinching, or twisting the sensitive nubs. She felt herself pushing her chest into the hands and was ashamed of it, but she was utterly helpless to stop.

She was suddenly pushed face-first against the ground, leaving her ass up, ready and available. She knew what was going to happen next, and she anticipated the incredible pleasure she would feel. Sure enough, a dick was smoothly inserted into her oversensitive pussy. She was so wet, that it slid in without any trouble, smoothly going deeper until she felt the mans pelvis against her ass. When the fucking began, her pussy pulsated with pleasure, and she almost unconsciously began to massage the cock to get more pleasure. If she could hear, she would have been ashamed of the sounds she made. Yes, she was tied up, yes they took her against her will, but after everything they did to her, her body was just in too much of a need to care.

But like so often before, her pleasure surged to incredible heights, but the maddening sensations never released only continued to build. She felt her pussy being filled when the man fucking her reached his orgasm, and a pang of jealousy filled her when the rapidly shrinking dick was removed from her unsatisfied cunt.

She was pulled to her feet and guided out of the room. Walking was difficult, her legs were still weak from exhaustion, and walking when you can't see where your going is a terrifying experience. In her little world of silence and darkness, the only thing Xena could register, was the feeling of stone under her bare feet, the hand holding her while she was guided to some unknown destination, and the ever-present raging inferno of unfulfilled sexual need. As she walked, she slowly felt the various fluids leak from her pussy, coating her thighs, what a sight she must be — bound like a ****. Naked. And the fluids of both herself and other men leaking from between her legs like an everyday whore.

The hand guiding her pulled her to a stop and grabbed her shoulders. He turned her around, and after a quick grope of her breasts, pushed her backwards. For a few seconds, Xena had the terrible sensation of falling before she landed painfully on her back. The way her arms were tied behind her made the position uncomfortable, but not overly painful. It took her a few moments to identify what it was she was laying on, but the coarse feeling of wood, plus the apparent hight she was laying, made it clear she was on a table.

Her legs were pulled to the side, and before she could register what was happening, something was pushed into her aching pussy. It was large, longer than the cock of the man she had before. Thicker too, it quickly filled her to the point of it being uncomfortable. But it was unnaturally hard and unyielding. And when her cunt instinctively clamped down on it, she felt not the same softness that she expected.

Then the fucking began, and Xena could think of nothing else but the incredible pleasure her pussy felt right now. When the anticipated orgasm failed to come, she did something she couldn't do before, something that hopefully would work. She wrapped her legs around the waist of whoever it was that was fucking her and used the strong muscles in it to repeatedly push the strange cock deeper into her cunt with each thrust.

In her sexual frenzy, she failed to notice that the hips she had wrapped her legs around, was soft. Too soft for any male she knew. But the pleasure and despair she felt made sure that that little detail would remain unknown to her, for now.