Xena looses herself.

Xena was ****. **** for an end to this nightmare. **** for a way to escape. But above all else, she was **** for a chance to cum. She couldn't stop herself as her hips squirmed futilely against the ropes holding her in place.

She was there, right at the edge of release. She could feel her climax, waiting for the last push to bring it out. But nothing she did was working. She was to tightly bound to move in a meaningful way, and even if she could, a tiny part of her mind told her that it would be useless anyway. But that didn't stop her from trying. She moaned openly through the ring gag holding her mouth open. Her hips kept up the **** attempts to finish. Her skin was covered in sweat, and a growing pool was forming on the table between her legs, as her desperation leaked from her pussy.

She had never been this close to cumming, and not being able to finish. With each minute, she sank further into despair. She began to realise that the only way she would ever cum, was when she gave in and surrendered to the salvers. Her pride told her to resist. Her body told her to give up. A small moment of clarity made her look towards Gabrielle. Her friend was lying exhausted on the device she was chained to. Her back arched so that her firm breasts stood out enticingly, and her mouth and legs were at just the right height to be used for sexual pleasure. She made soft moans as her body gave an occasional twitch, the pleasure from the many orgasms still affecting her.

Gabrielle had stopped fighting them, she obeyed their orders, and in return was allowed to cum. Again. And again. And again. In fact, she had cum so many times, that she was almost ****. She tried to remember when the last time was that SHE had that many orgasms in a row. The answer? Never. She had never come so often in one go that she was on the brink of unconsciousness. Her sexually frustrated mind made her relive those memories in vivid detail, and her pussy throbbed in tune with the fucking she imagined. The orgasm trapped inside her core surged with renewed energy as the memories added even more **** to it.

A touch. A breath. A single gust of wind. That was all it would take to push her over the edge. But she was in an underground room, alone, and too tied up to touch herself. She wailed in defeat as a new memory came to the surface. Now that she had begun thinking about it, the many memories of her sexual exploits refused to stay buried. This one was of her and Gabrielle. Alone on the road, they found a secluded spot to make camp, and they spent that night together, pleasuring each other until exhaustion took them.

Each memory raised her arousal. Every time her memory self came, her pussy convulsed around the wooden toy, trying desperately to find a way to release all the built-up energy inside of her.

The forgotten hourglass slowly ticked away the time. Had Xena the presence of mind, she could have seen that barely ten minutes had passed since the female slaver left. But she didn't. Her thoughts were lost in an endless spiral of sexual memories and desires held tauntingly close.

But always, just out of her reach.