No, the torment continues.

'YES, please stop this ungodly torment. I need to cum so badly.'

Those where Xena's thoughts, however, she was still unable to voice them. Instead, she looked defiantly at the male in front of her.

'Very well, let me add two more things and then we're off again.'

He walked towards the wardrobe and after searching inside returned to Xena with a half face mask, and something else that he placed on the table. While Xena was waiting she kept squirming. Somehow she just couldn't stand still, and the diabolical feathers placed over her clit and nipples kept swinging from side to side. Each flick sent a maddeningly soft burst of stimulation into her core, making her moan at the sensation. Meanwhile, the dildo inside her vagina was vibrating at a slowly increasing intensity, bringing her ever closer to her much-coveted orgasm.

'Here, put this on. It will at least hide your true identity from the people outside.'

He gave Xena the mask. She inspected it before she tied the silk straps around her head. It was beautifully crafted, a soft type of wood was used for the mask itself, and delicate lines of paint formed an intricate pattern on the outside. When she put it on it felt comfortable and secure.

'Looking good my dear. Now, let us return to the bazaar, we have much more to see. And the nightlife there is just amazing.'

He took Xena by the arm and guided her towards the door. When they passed the table he picked up what Xena now saw was a piece of leather with a long end of a rope attached to it. Not saying another word they kept walking.

Each step was pure erotic agony for Xena. The feathers flicked back and forth with each step she took, and the vibrating phallus inside her was still slowly increasing in strength. Her nipples and clit where unbelievably hard, sticking out prominently on her breasts and above her pussy. Never in her life had Xena been more aware of them.

Halfway down the hall to the front door, she realised that her walk was slowly changing, without her doing so she was adjusting her speed and body movement to make her breasts and hips sway in the most enticing way she could. This made the feathers in turn flick back and forth at an increased speed.

By the time they reached the front door, she was about to explode from the constant stimulation to her erogenous zones. The vibrations inside her pussy were finally too much to handle. Her vagina clamped down around the dick and she began to feel the first waves of her long denied orgasm. It was going to be massive.

Or it would have been if the Vibrations didn't choose that moment to slow down. Slowly pulling her away from the edge. It kept reducing its vibrations until she was no longer a single feather flick away. Xena made a sound of despair as her orgasm was **** back, she was so close, yet now it was hovering at a point just before where she would start orgasming.

The man's voice pulled her from her dazed state and she looked too her side. He was holding the leather piece in his hands and was talking to her.

'Ingenious things aren't they? Yellow is the colour of learning. The boots learn to make you walk erotically. The feathers learn how much pressure to use for the best teasing effect. And the cock learns how strong the vibrations need to be to keep you at orgasms door. Together they provide the ultimate orgasm denying experience.'

He raised his hands to her neck and wrapped the leather around it. With a small buckle, he locked it in place. He took the rope in his hand and walked towards the door, opening it when he got there. Xena was left standing by what happened, she was pulled away from what could have been a monstrous orgasm, and was now dangerously close to that blissful release. She looked up at the door and saw the leash around her neck. She was going to be walked through the city like a pet dog.

Xena wanted to protest at this indignity, but she could not make the words leave her mouth. The sudden pull on the leash **** her to take a few awkward steps towards the man and immediately the feathers resumed their flicking ****. The vibrations slowed down a bit more to compensate for the added stimulation. Another tug, followed by another few steps and she was outside, standing on the porch of the brothel.

Her escort began walking towards the gate, and the city proper, and used the leash to pull Xena along. Unable to resist the leash the only choice she had was to walk along willingly, that way she at least saved herself the humiliation of being forcefully pulled along. Each step made her hips sway, and with each swing, she felt the vibrating dick inside her move against her pussy. The intense stimulation and the hours-long denial made her pussy wet beyond what was normal for her. The leather harness that held the vibrator in place was tight enough so that her pussy was almost completely sealed up. Her pussy was ever so slowly being filled by her own wetness, and it made the vibrations all the more intense, as it now stimulated even more of her oversensitive, needy cunt.

They walked slowly down the street back to the bazaar. People stopped to watch her. Men pointed at her and made lustful comments about how she looked. Females where either scandalized by her appearance or where just as interested in her as the males around her. She knew that the only thing protecting her reputation was a single mask over her face. And the thrill and excitement of being exposed like this only made her more aroused.

Her clit was stimulated so intensely, and so precisely, that she felt the little nub throb from unfulfilled desire. Each flick of the feather was like a battering ram against her will. She wanted to cum so badly. But a part of her warrior pride fought back. She had not fallen so far that she would beg like a cheap whore in the middle of the street. But with every step she was **** to take, her resolve dwindled a little bit more.

A small part of her realised that sooner or later she would throw away her pride and beg the man to make her cum. The question was: Would she hold out until they were somewhere private? Or would she break down in front of a street full of strangers?

She was pulled from her thoughts by a sharp and pleasant sting to her nipples. While she was lost in her own world a man had mustered the courage to walk towards her and had grabbed her breasts. And he was now playing with both her breasts and her nipples. The extra attention was very much needed. She already was painfully close to orgasm, and this brought her just a bit closer.

But as she got closer and started to feel her orgasm build, waiting to be released, she also felt the vibrator slow down, again pulling her away from the edge. She realised that she was not going to cum so long as that vibrator controlled her pussy. For a few minutes the man was allowed to play with her breasts and nipples, all that time she felt the vibrations inside her move up and down in strength to keep her constantly on edge. Eventually, he was shooed away by her escort and the two of them resumed their walk through the bazaar.

The people in front of them moved aside to let them through, the sudden movement often drawing more attention to her. At last, they made it to the same intersection they stood at before, but this time he guided her right, deeper into the bazaar.

What little thought she had left that wasn't concerned with trying to orgasm realised something, they were walking towards the part of the bazaar that housed the less reputable side of the economy.

Her fears of what was in store for her there caused her to hesitate in her walk. The man guiding her looked behind him and must have seen the flicker of fear on her face.

'Come now my warrior slut, this is where things really get interesting, and your audience awaits you.'