Pain.

Having decided on the next part, one of the men approached Xena holding a piece of thin string.

He got down on his knees next to one of her breasts. Since the stockade made her bent forward, her breasts were hanging free, swaying back and forth with each laboured breath she took. He had formed one end of the string into a loop, and he slipped it over Xena's nipple. The **** arousal and need running through her body made the nipple continuously hard, so slipping the loop around it was no challenge at all. He placed the loop at the base of her nipple and pulled it close. The sharp sensation of twine cutting into her sensitive nipple made Xena gasp. He pulled the loop tighter, restricting the blood flow. With a final tug, he tightened it just a bit more, before he closed the little knot.

The string hanging from her nipple was filled with loops along its length, Leaving the other end normal. That other end was brought to an iron ring forged into the platform the stockade stood on. He pulled the string through the ring, and after circling it once, pulled the string taut. As the string was pulled tighter and tighter, Xena's breast was also being pulled away from her chest. The tension in the string made her nipple sting painfully, and her breast was being stretched to the limit.

Seeing that he had reached the maximum he could pull, he tied off the string to the ring, keeping the tension on Xena's breast and nipple in place. All this time, Xena was making sounds of both pain and pleasure. with each breath she took, the string pulled against her nipple. It created a weird combination of sharp pain in her nipple and a small surge of pleasure that makes her pussy throb with need.

Xena was struggling with these conflicting emotions when she suddenly felt a finger grazing across her nipple. The tight loop restricting the blood flow made it extremely sensitive, and she couldn't suppress the lustful moan. For several minutes he used his fingers to play with her taut breast, and nipple. each motion sending waves of pleasure into her frustrated core. Without warning he began to tug on the string, increasing the tension, the sudden pain mixed with the pleasure, and Xena's confused mind couldn't keep up. With a loud cry, her body orgasmed. Each convulsion she made in her bonds, and each heavy breath she took, had her pull against the string, further increasing the pain and pleasure combination.

When she had somewhat recovered, she noticed a second presence on her other side. Another man had positioned himself and was starting to attach a piece of string to her other breast as well. She tried to struggle, and pull her breast away from the string, but each movement she made had her pull painfully on the string already attached. After several minutes, both her breasts were tied off to the ring and stretched painfully. That was when the fingers returned, and both her nipples and breasts were now assaulted at the same time.

Her nipples craved the attention they were getting, but her mind feared the pain that accompanied it. Those conflicting emotions made it impossible to focus and put up some form of resistance, and soon enough, she was once again brought to orgasm. By now the pain and pleasure were starting to mix together, further reducing her already weakened willpower.

They did this two more times, each making sure that it was both pain and pleasure that would set her off. When they stopped, Xena was panting heavily from the intensity of her orgasms, somehow, the pain made them stronger. By now she was barely aware of what was going on around her, most of her attention was taken by the pleasure/pain combination. But she did feel a hand reach between her legs. Realizing what was going to happen, she shook her head and managed a soft 'No', but they paid her no mind, she had her chance to make it stop.

The man holding the string between her legs waited patiently. With each passing second, the need would build inside Xena's body. Soon Xena was hyperventilating from the anticipation of what would happen, and the ever-present desire to cum. Sensing now was the time, he slipped the loop over Xena's engorged clit. Like her nipples, the desire flowing through her body made her clit stand out hard and large. And the hours of stimulation and countless orgasms made it very sensitive.

Xena made a strangled cry as the course string brushed against her clit. Then the loop was pulled close, and the new sensation was too much to hold. The pain against her clit was enough to push her over the edge, and she spasmed wildly from the orgasm that was ripped from her body. When she had calmed down a bit, the man proceeded with attaching the string to the ring as well. The tighter he pulled the string, the more her clit was being pulled out of its protective hood. When he tied the string off to the ring, the tension was almost unbearable for Xena. The runes had brought her back to the state of near orgasm, and the pain in her nipples and clit was almost enough to push her over. Xena tried to still her body as much as she could, afraid that the slightest motion would increase the pain, or it would give her the last bit of pleasure she needed and send her crashing into yet another orgasm.

The men watched in amusement as Xena struggled with the new flood of sensations overwhelming her resolve. Her breasts were pulled taut, with the nipples sensitive to even the slightest touch. Her clit was exposed and ****, the little bundle of nerves not so little now. If they looked closely, they could swear they saw it throbbing with need.

Time dragged on as the men watched. Eventually, Xena managed to find some kind of balance between the fire raging just above her pussy, begging to be released, and the sharp pinches of pain that each movement gave. Strangely enough, the pain did nothing to hold back the desire. This balance was bearable, she could endure this. But she should have known it would not stay that way. She should have known that they would somehow mess with her. Yet the moment they did, she was still caught by surprise.

She felt the soft pressure of two fingers on either side of her throbbing clit. The string restricting the blood to it made it extremely sensitive, even more so than it already was. The sudden touch made her arch her back as the heightened pleasure surged into her already bursting core. But that only made her pull harder on the strings attached to her breasts, causing additional waves of pain to join the pleasure. The mixture of pain and pleasure created a unique experience, and when the fingers pinched her clit, did she lose all control over her body and mind.

Her body shook uncontrollably as the orgasm surged through her. The constant jolts of pain and pleasure to her nipples and clit served to prolong and enhance the orgasm.

Finally, the orgasm subsided. Xena was overwhelmed by the intensity of it. She taught she couldn't cum any harder, but she was proven wrong. Her ragged breath ensured the constant stream of mild pain from her nipples, and when her hips twitched from an aftershock, her clit gave a similar jolt. As time went by, and the orgasm began to build once again, the pain mixed with the pleasure. They left her like that for a while, struggling to find a precarious balance between the two sensations, before they sent her screaming over the edge with a sharp pinch to a nipple or her clit.

Never did she thought that she could cum from pain, but now, at the hands of these men, she was proven wrong. Very wrong.

By the time the men stopped their ****, Xena was a complete wreck. her mind was overwhelmed by pain and pleasure, unable to determine whether she came from one, or the other. It wasn't until the pinching stopped, and she was left with that now familiar building need, that Xena could try to recollect herself.

'So, ready to start begging?'