They take a trip to the bazaar

Never in her life had Xena experienced such torment. She didn't know how long she laid there, twisting in impotent agony, as the man brought her again and again to orgasm, only to stop when she was about to cum.

Finally, he stopped his maddening ****, and with a satisfied smile on his face, he moved a bit, so he was sitting next to Xena on the couch.

'You have an admirable determination, never before did we have someone who made it to the end without begging for an orgasm. Before we move to the next part of this challenge, do you want to stop here, trust me there is no shame in doing so.'

'YES,' Xena thought, 'Just stop here and fuck me please.'

However, her thoughts and her actions where strangely still not her own to control. Because she just shook her head, and gave a challenging look, as if to urge him to do his worst.

The man was impressed. Despite the evident lust in her eyes and the arousal he felt in her pussy, the determination one would need to continue was something he could respect.

'Very well, then. Since active denial is not enough to break you, let us switch to the opposite.'

He walked to a cabinet against the wall that Xena knew contained specific, "accessories" you could use if you wanted to. With that thought in mind, Xena became slightly worried, some of those toys were quite exotic and unique, and she knew from experience that they promised untold pleasure.

After rummaging around for a few minutes, he found what he was looking for and walked back to Xena holding what looked like black leather pants.

When he got close enough, Xena could see that attached to the inside was a phallic shaped object made from an unknown green material. There was little doubt in her mind where that particular object went. And despite her mental objections, Xena was powerless to resist as the man lowered himself between her legs and gently dressed her in the intrusive piece of clothing.

The moment the object penetrated her vagina, Xena let out an uncontrolled moan of desire and satisfaction. The thing was a good fit, either by accident or design, and she felt filled. The cool material managed to reduce the burning desire in her body. After adjusting a few straps, the underwear was securely in place and wouldn't fall out during the activities he had in mind.

Xena meanwhile was a bit confused by the man's action. Sure the dick was invasive, and it was a bit uncomfortable. But the unpleasant cold was rapidly reducing, and the thing alone was not enough to do more than being uncomfortable.

Right at the moment that she couldn't feel the cold did she feel the smallest vibration. Xena was shocked when she realised that the dick inside her pussy was constantly vibrating, and what was worse, it was growing stronger.

'Ah, I see you noticed? Did you know that certain crystals vibrate when they are wet or warm? If you didn't, then you do now. Don't worry; I chose a light one, I don't want you to be too excited.'

As the vibrations continued to increase Xena was beside herself, after all that time of building up, and then refusing her orgasm, her body was filled with unfulfilled desire. And her wet, hot pussy was only making the thing vibrate harder.

She wanted to remove the damn thing. She wanted to fuck the man's brains out. And she wanted to do so NOW. But she couldn't. For reasons, she failed to understand her body refused to do what her mind wanted, and she was powerless to resist. Already she felt her pleasure increase to a level where she knew she would typically start enjoying things. And there the vibrations stayed.

Xena felt it. She felt the pleasure coursing through her body, enough to keep her aroused, but not enough to give her more. And she needed more.

'Come, let's take a walk' He took her hand and oblivious to her mental plight, guided her away from the couch and towards the door.

She wondered where they were going, and to her surprise heard herself ask that very same question.

'To the bazaar, I always find this the best time to be there. Lots of people around, and always something special to do or see.'

Walking was a bit uncomfortable at first, given that the dick was a bit larger then she felt comfortable with. The insistent buzzing inside her pussy wasn't helping things either, and it took a good while before she was used to walking normally.

Once outside the man hooked his arm around Xena's and he guided her through small streets and alleyways towards the bazaar, all the way he kept up a stream of small talk like they were a couple going for a walk.

Xena discovered that she could react to the world around him like an average person. The sole exception was that whenever she thought of rejecting him or doing anything that would end her torment, her body would refuse.

When they got to the bazaar district of the city, Xena was a bit **** to proceed. After all, she was wearing a dress that just bearly covered her modesty, clearly showing off her voluptuous curves. And the dark leather that held the invasive device in place was contrasting with the light colours of her gown. Being seen in clothes, she would normally only wear in private, made her nervous about what the people would think of her. The constant buzzing between her legs also kept her aroused to the point that she could barely keep herself from jumping the first good looking man she saw.

And so they spend the next hour or so walking past the various stalls, aimlessly browsing as the man asked her opinion on things. During their walk, he never passed up an opportunity to touch her, putting his arm around her waist, so she had to stay close to him. Using her hand to make her feel a piece of fabric that he said would look beautiful on her, then lightly touching her shoulders as he held a sample in front of her so she could see for herself.

All those touches were driving her crazy. She wanted more, for an hour now, the thing between her legs had kept her mind in a constant state of desire, and the occasional touch sends little spikes through her body. But no matter how much she wanted it, her mouth refused to say what her mind wanted so badly now.

The man was also getting a bit bored with this passive teasing; it was evident that she wouldn't break from that. So he decided to spice things up a bit. And if he were right about her, then she would find the next part very terrifying.

Xena was led to a square that was so full of people that it was hard to walk around without bumping into someone. Tables were set around the edge of the square so people could sit and enjoy a meal while watching the day pass by. In the centre, a juggler was showing off his skills with a set of flaming sticks, and he had attracted a rather large crowd of spectators. When they were about halfway into the group, the man stopped and said that he wanted to enjoy this particular piece of performance.

Having seen the looks from a few of the other men around them, he moved to stand behind Xena, placing his chin on her right shoulder, so they could easily talk. His arms went around her waist, pulling her body against his, and showing to the world that this gorgeous woman belonged to him.

The sudden contact shocked Xena a bit, as it was more than she had in the past hour. She felt the man's hard dick against her ass and the thought of how much she wanted that inside her rather than the insidious thing she had now. She felt her cheeks heat at the idea of how good he would be, and how wonderfull that orgasm would be after all that time. But to her frustration, she never could vocalise that desire.

Her thoughts, where interrupted when he started to use his fingers to caress her sides and belly. Enjoying the sensations, for now, Xena tried to watch the juggler's show. Something increasingly tricky, between the man's ministration, the nonstop buzzing in her pussy, and the fear of being discovered.

Smiling at the lack of resistance, he used the openings in the side of Xena's dress to place his hands directly onto her skin. The small jump told him that she didn't think he would go this far, and he saw her look around, trying to find out if anyone was watching.

Not caring about any of that, he moved his hands up towards her breasts and grabbed them with a bit more **** than he used so far. Using his index fingers, he started to play with her hard nipples. Her skin was hot, she was letting out soft moans of arousal, and her lower body was gyrating against his.

'Do you get turned on by this? Do you fantasise about someone playing with you like this in the middle of a crowd?'

She looked at him with a mixture of anger and lust. Hatred for what he was suggesting, that she would be excited at the thought of a man she hardly knew humiliating her in public. And lust because he was so good at what he did. The forceful **** on her breasts and nipples where a surprise at first, but after all that time of hardly any contact she needed it.

'I thought you wanted to see the show?'

'No, I said that I wanted to see this particular piece of performance. I never meant the juggler. You are far more entertaining than him.'

As he kept up his steady massaging of her breasts, she felt her desire slowly rising. If he kept this up, she would cum from her breasts alone, and that had never happened.

His voice drew her back to reality as he cruelly pointed out that they were still in a public place.

'You know, if you don't keep your voice down, even more, people will notice what we're doing. So far only a few have found out, but if you make more noise that won't stay that way.'

Shocked Xena tried to pull away, but the man had a firm grip on two of the most sensitive parts of her body and used that to keep her firmly against his own. Glancing around, she saw that three men on her left were looking her way with great amusement. On her right, a woman was also keeping a careful eye on her.

'It's too late now, they know, and the best you can do is keep down so you won't attract more.'

Xena's response was cut off when he reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrating invader. When he moved it slowly in and out a few inches, as much as he could with the clasps keeping it in place, she lost what little control she had. Closing her eyes in blissful pleasure, she rested her head on his shoulder and couldn't prevent a moan of lust escaping her.

'Ohh don't do this to me. Just fuck me already.' She felt it coming, whether she wanted to or not, the constantly vibrating dick, wich he was now using to manually fuck her, combined with the unusually harsh **** on her breast and nipple, was already enough to work her needy body closer to cumming. But the fact that she was in a public square, with a stranger watching her added a whole new layer of sensations to it. And it caused her to climb to that blissful peak far faster then she would have guessed.

And just when she thought she would humiliate herself by cumming right there, his hands stopped what they were doing, and he placed them back around her waist again — firmly keeping her pressed against him.

'No, why did you stop? I was so close.' Xena hated herself for saying that she was a proud warrior, not some random whore. But she couldn't help herself. She was teased so long now and denied so many orgasms that her need for release was almost a tangible thing.

'You know why unless you tell me to stop I will keep on teasing you. So what will it be? More of this?' At that, he gave a soft pad to her crotch, causing the cock to move a bit. 'Or are you going to beg me to make you cum, like so many before you have.'

Taking Xena's **** silence as his answer, he straightened up a bit.

'Very well, then. Say goodbye to your fans, because we have more of the bazaar to see.'

Leading her away from the crowd, Xena saw that quite a few more people were watching their depart. She wasn't, as quiet as she hoped.

After a short walk, Xena had calmed down a bit. A bit mind you, relaxing completely is hard when your body screams with need, and your pussy vibrates continuously.

When they came to an intersection, the man stopped and looked thoughtfully in both directions before setting off again down one of the Streets.