Just barely

Xena's body rocked with each thrust as the artificial cock was pushed deep into her pussy. Her strong legs locked around the soft waist of the unknown person made sure that she was fucked as deep and as hard as she could manage. She couldn't hear a sound around her, but she knew that she was moaning in pleasure. With all her senses, save one, cut off the only thing she could focus on was the wonderful sensation of being fucked by a nice, big, cock.

Her big breasts bounced in perfect rhythm with the fucking she received. She felt the rough wood of the table underneath her scrape against her bare flesh, adding small jolts of pain to the overwhelming pleasure inside of her. It seemed like the part of her body that was holding in all the energy from the countless times she was **** into orgasmic pleasure was finally full, and it started to spread through her body. Every nerve inside her became alive with sexual energy as it flowed from her core.

Her clit and nipples had it the worst, each thrumming in anticipation as the growing pressure inside her continued to build. She felt a steady trickle of her own fluids leak from her slit, pooling on the table. As the cock tirelessly kept fucking her, keeping her in a constant state of orgasm that wouldn't trigger, Xena idly wondered what it would feel like to finally cum. She wasn't sure she could take an orgasm this strong.

Suddenly the fucking stopped, and Xena unconsciously made sounds of protest as the fake cock stopped moving. Why did they stop? She was so close. She needed to cum so badly, that it almost was all she could think about. Almost, for a tiny part of the mighty warrior's resolve still remained. She was pulled from her fractured thoughts when she felt something being tied around her waist. She moaned softly as thin leather straps wrapped around her waist, the leather cutting into her skin, aggravating the overcharged nerves beneath it.

After a few tense minutes, in which her pussy desperately tried to get more pleasure from the unmoving cock buried deep inside her, the fucking resumed. But this time, the cock remained in place. She felt the fucking movements made between her legs, but the cock lodged inside her made only the smallest of movements with each thrust. The lack of solid fucking had her slowly come down a bit from her orgasmic high. Not enough to disappear, the need was still there, aching, wanting, **** for release, but it was barely on the side of not triggering an orgasm.

After several minutes, the person fucking her stopped abruptly. She felt the cock make rapid, short movements, heightening her pleasure just a bit more, this went on for a good while before she felt a weight land on top of her body. The soft skin and presence of a pair of breasts pressing into her own, oh that feels good, told her that the person was a woman. A woman who clearly just had an orgasm. And a strong one if the time was any indication. The unknown woman lay atop Xena's chest, breathing heavily against her neck as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

The soft skin against her sensitive own, the warm breath against her neck, and the two pairs of breasts rubbing against each other as the mystery woman took deep heaving breaths all worked to keep Xena hopelessly aroused. She was so distracted by the woman, that she failed to notice that the leather straps holding the cock in its place where removed. Abruptly, the woman's weight disappeared from her chest, and the fucking resumed. She made an unheard moan as the cock began to move again, pushing Xena to the breaking points in mere seconds. Her body desperately did anything it could to finally cum, but nothing seemed to work, and she was once again kept from cumming, all the while the big cock kept sliding in and out.

Every time she thought that she would finally go insane from the constant pleasure, they would tie the fake cock to her waist, and the unseen woman would continue fucking herself until she came. Each time the woman shook violently as a powerful orgasm rocked her body, Xena felt jealous of the unknown woman's freedom. It wasn't until she slowly started to pick up the faintest of sounds that she realised that they had been fucking each other for almost an hour, and the potion disabling her senses was starting to wear off.

As the sounds slowly got louder and more clear, she began to recognize things. She heard the voices of men, quite a lot of them if she was to guess, shouting insults and humiliations at her. She heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as the woman was fucking her. And she heard the sound of her own voice. No words, the ring inside her mouth made sure of that, but the sounds leaving her mouth were filled with pure lust born from hours of sexual ****.

As shame filled her mind at the sounds she made, she began to pick up the smell of the room. It was a damp, musky, sweaty smell. Created by gods knew how many hours of people engaged in sex.

Pleasure surged through every part of her body as the fake cock kept pounding her aching cunt. Every fibre in her begged for release. She felt the orgasm rolling through her, her arms and hands became super sensitive to the coarse ropes binding her. Her toes curled as she was instinctively bracing herself for the orgasm that never came.

The next thing to come back was her taste, and she could actually taste the sex from the room she was in. Some seconds later the darkness started to disappear, and she braced herself for what she would see.

The darkness slowly turned into blurred forms, and after a while, into shapes, she could recognize. Sometime during the frantic fucking, her head had tilted to the side, and she could see about a dozen people leaning against the stone walls, or sitting in chairs. She saw men, and surprisingly, quite a few women, all watching intently at her ordeal. She could barely see the forms of other things in the shadows around the circle of people. Some were more chairs or tables, but most were vague "devices" serving who knew what purpose.

With great effort, she turned her head to finally get a look at the woman giving her so much mind-numbing pleasure. The woman had a slender but fit body. soft, flawless skin, and a pair of breasts that were just too enticing to ignore. If only her arms weren't bound behind her back, she could maul those beauties all day. Her eyes moved higher and a cold shock temporarily pushed back the ever-present need of her body. She stared into the familiar eyes...

Of Gabrielle.

How did she get here? How did they capture her? What did they do to her? Those questions and more filled her mind, as she was mercilessly fucked by her long-time friend. Like herself, Gabrielle's arms were behind her back, no doubt bound as well. She could see how the strain of her binds pushed her shoulders back, presenting her friend's perky breasts for all to see, inviting someone, everyone, to touch them.

Her nipples were stiff from arousal, her skin flushed red. A soft sheen covered her as the torchlight reflected off her sweaty body. She could now see the thick, wooden dildo that was strapped around Gabrielle's waist. One end disappearing inside Xena's pussy with each thrust, and no doubt, the other end was buried deep inside her friends as well.

As she stared into Gabrielle's eyes, she saw the lust smouldering inside them. Knowing how these slavers loved to use various **** on their captives, she was sure that they had given Gabrielle some kind of **** that made her behave like this. One strong-looking man **** Gabrielle to stop fucking, and she could see the strain he was under, as her friend tried to keep going. A second one undid the straps from her waist and retied them around her own.

She knew what was going to happen next, but she was powerless to stop anything. She was being ruled by her own body's desires, her friend was lost in a ****-induced sexual frenzy, and she realized that she still had her legs locked firmly around Gabrielle's waist, preventing the blonde from pulling away. When the straps were secured around Xena's waist, the man holding her friend still lifted her up from the ground just the tiniest bit, and let go. The action served to kickstart the fucking again, and this time, Gabrielle was fucking herself on the thick sex toy.

Xena watched through her sex-filled mind, entranced by the sight of her friend riding the cock. She should be enraged, they where prisoners, they were breaking them to be sex slaves. But the sight of Gabrielle's supple young body bouncing up and down as the thick wooden toy slid in and out of her wet slit was too much to ignore. The sight stoked the fires inside her, and she was disappointed that her arms were bound, if she was free, she would flip her friend over and give her the fucking of a lifetime.

She watched entranced as Gabrielle continued to fuck herself, the sounds she made getting louder and louder with each minute that passed. Finally, her body stiffened and she stopped fucking, the dildo halfway into her stretched cunt. Gabrielle's eyes rolled back as she let out a guttural sound as a strong orgasm crashed through her bound body. Xena could see a liquid start to flow down the wooden cock as the **** of the orgasm was enough to make her friend squirt. She felt a pang of jealousy at the ease at which her friend was able to cum, when she had tried, and failed, countless times to do the same.

When the orgasm was over, Gabrielle collapsed on top of Xena, panting heavily from exhaustion. While she recovered, one of the bystanders worked on retying the straps, preparing the blonde for another round of fucking Xena.

*THUD*

A heavy sound came from her right, and as she managed to turn her head that way, she saw the same man that had tormented her for so long. The sound came from the large hourglass standing next to her head on the wooden table. As she tried to focus on its contents, she saw that around four more hours remained in the top half.

'Are you enjoying yourself so far? I know we are, you two make quite a sight. As you can see, we got quite some time left, so we're going to enjoy the show. Don't worry about your friend over here, she has been given the appropriate stimulant to make sure she can do this for a long, long time. And she sure looks like she enjoys herself. We'll talk later, for now, enjoy yourself.'

He gave Gabrielle's ass a hard slap and the captured bard started to fuck Xena, oblivious to how much sexual frustration she was adding to her already deteriorating mind.

The last thing Xena could focus on before her world became filled with orgasmic need, was the hourglass slowly emptying beside her.

'Four more hours of this, gods save me please.'