She is pushed to her limits. (Alternate path.)

Hesitantly Xena followed her guide through the alleys towards their destination. Each step she made brought her pleasure. Enough to keep her highly aroused, sometimes even about to orgasm, but mostly it was just short of giving her any form of relief.

Out of nowhere, she was lead from the main path into a narrow side alley. Surprised she looked at the man that had given her so much pleasure, yet at the same time so much despair.

'It is about time for step two to begin.'

Xena wanted to ask what he meant, but her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the change.

It started with her breasts. The large metal ring encircling the base of her breasts began to glow softly when yellow runes lit up on the surface. To her surprise, she felt the rings start to change size. Slowly they began to shrink. As they got smaller, they began to press into the base of Xena's breasts, forcing the flesh of her generous mounds towards the smaller rings around her areola.

This went on for several minutes, the rings shrinking or expanding. Xena noticed to her horror that the blood in her now compressed breasts was being pushed into her nipples, adding to their already high sensitivity. Finally, the rings stopped, having found the right size for now. Xena's breasts felt full and sensitive, and the continued flicking of the feathers made her nipples burn with arousal, which in turn further fuelled the inferno raging inside her body.

Xena was given some time to adjust to this increase in sensations, but the sexual **** soon resumed.

This time the change was inside her pussy. The vibrating phallus was beginning to expand, and not in a normal way either. She felt her pussy fill up at irregular patterns. The toy inside of her was growing and shrinking much like the breast rings did, but this time it varied the amount with which it changed.

The result, however, was undeniable. Using the way her pussy clamped down on the shifting toy, it could tell exactly how strong she could squeeze along its length. In the end, the magic dick had shaped itself to fit inside Xena's pussy perfectly. Whenever the pleasure **** her to squeeze down on it, there was no wasted space. She immediately began to clamp around the fake cock the moment she started.

The perfect dick filled her pussy. And it was still relentlessly vibrating. Sending Xena to a hight of pleasure she could never have imagined before.

Xena slumped against the course wall of the alley. Eyes wide, and staring into the distance. Her mouth was open in a perfect "O" as a moan of pure sexual pleasure echoed through the deserted alley. Her hips bucked and writhed from the pleasure. Unable to stop this **** or achieve release. This new form of **** brought her closer to the edge then the first form did, but it still was not enough to make her cum. By now the teasing device knew precisely when she would start orgasming, and adjusted itself to keep her as close to that point without tipping her over.

They resumed their journey towards the underground part of the bazaar. At first, Xena's steps were shaky and slow, but as she got used to her new situation, her posture improved, and with it, her mobility. But if anyone looked at her, she made quite an erotic sight. Her face was flushed from arousal. Her breasts compressed into two firm orbs, each topped by an incredibly hard nipple. If one would look between her legs, they could see an equally hard clit sitting above a slit that slowly leaked its juices, coating the inside of her tighs.

Finally, they reached their destination. The bazaar was built against the cliff that ran through the city, and their goal was underground. As they entered the tunnel, sunlight gave way to torches placed at regular intervals. The stone buildings of the outside changed into storefronts carved into the stone. After several more minutes of walking, each step further reducing Xena's wavering resolve, they arrived at the central part of the underground market.

The underground market was bustling with activity. People from all over Greece, and beyond occupied the central square. Stores and stalls selling all kinds of illegal goods drew various customers to check out the wares. Xena was led through the streets towards the centre of the market. As they walked the crowd parted before them. People would stop what they were doing and stare at her as she walked by them. Adding to her shame was her inability to prevent the moans escaping her as the feathers kept teasing her over sensitive nipples, and her filled up pussy continued to press on her desire, no, her NEED, to cum.

She was teased and denied so long now that it was the only thing her body could concentrate on. All other emotions were pushed to the back of her mind, the only thing that as important was that she had to cum, and soon. Xena, of course, was unable to voice her need. The strange compulsions that had taken hold of her at the beginning were still going strong. The only thing she could do was follow and suffer helplessly as her body and mind were slowly teased to the breaking point.

Back in the real world, Xena's bound form trashed against the ropes and chains holding her in place. Her real body, **** to suffer the same way as her dream version because of the runes, had been on edge for hours on end and was ready to explode the moment her tormentors slipped up or finally released her. Her body was tensing and relaxing as she was brought to the edge time and time again. Her eyes stared blankly into the distance, looking at things only she could see. Her face was flushed with sexual desire. The rosy gloss that started on her cheeks spread down towards her chest where they stopped just above her breasts.

Her breasts pressed up and outwards because of the way her arms where tied behind the backrest of the chair she was in, were rising and falling at a frantic pace. Her nipples were just as hard as her illusions were, and they stood out prominently atop her generous mounds.

Because her legs were each tied to a chair leg, she was unable to close them and provide some desperately desired friction. Instead, they kept her pussy wide open so that everybody could see her desperation. The seat was drenched from the juices that had flowed from her. Her clit was hard and swollen as it sat atop her pussy, begging for the attention it would never get. Her pussy was constantly clenching itself. The action subconscious by now, as it desperately tried to increase the stimulation in a feeble attempt to cum.

In the corner of the room, sitting in a comfortable chair, the Lady looked at her work with a satisfied smile.

'Soon.' She thought as she raised a delicate hand holding a wine glass to her mouth. 'Soon you will break. But even as you humiliate and debase yourself in front of us, will you find no mercy. Not until you are completely broken. Not until you are nothing but a sex-craving whore.'

She concentrated on the illusion, and with a thought, prepared the next part of Xena's downfall.

After a long and humiliating walk throughout the market, the man guided Xena towards a series of raised platforms in the centre. Leaving her alone for a while, he approached one of the attendees and started to have a quiet conversation. When he was done, he shook the other man's hand and walked back to Xena.

During this exchange, Xena was unable to remain still. The perfect fit of the dildo inside of her was vibrating at all the right places to make her squirm. Each of those movements would cause the weights attached to the feathers to swing, resulting in those annoying flicks across her nipples and clit. Each second her resolve grew less, with every flick she became more ****, and she knew now that it was only a matter of time before she entirely gave up resisting.

Her guide had returned, and after pulling her towards one of the raised platforms, she dreaded what was to come next. The platforms were usually used to display salves during auctions, but she feared that today she would be the star attraction.

When they reached the stairs up, he stopped her and told her what was to come.

'It's unfortunate that you had to be so stubborn. You could have admitted your defeat in private, so only I would know what kind of slut you are. But now that chance is gone. Your next trial will be up there, let the world see what a cum-starved whore you are.'

He pulled her up the stairs and positioned her between the two posts meant to hold slaves in place. Each post had two iron manacles attached to it. — one on the floor, and one at the centre. The centre one could be moved up and down using a peg and hole system. He took one of Xena's arms and clasped the manacle around her wrist. The manacle was then secured to the post at shoulder height. The same was done to her other arm. Her ankles where likewise encased in iron, and pulled towards the posts, spreading her legs wide open.

Her arms and legs spread out, Xena was now on full display to the crowd below her. Every part of her excitement could be seen. Her nipples, begging to be touched, stood firmly atop her large breasts. Her clit, practically thrumming with pent-up energy, sat above her engorged pussy. And said pussy was visibly filled with something, the pleasure it gave made her juices stream down her thighs, further adding to her humiliation. Xena looked at the growing crowd, would she really beg in front of all these people? Yes, yes she would. It was only a matter of time now, her resistance just fuelled by her stubborn pride. She would beg, and all these people would bear witness to her defeat.

The man stepped away from her sight, and she heard him walk down the few steps. Waiting for what was to come, Xena squirmed and pulled at the chains holding her. Even in her restrained state, she was unable to remain still, the feathers and vibrations against her sex were too much to resist. Seconds turned into minutes, and then slowly into an hour. All this time Xena saw the crowd in front of her grow larger and larger. Word had gotten around of her presence, and people came to watch the show.

After the second hour, Xena's struggles became more frantic, the pleasure building inside her was reaching unbearable heights and showed no sign of slowing. Somewhere in that time she had begun to plead silently, hoping that someone would see her situation, and took pity on her.

'I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum. Please, someone, make me cum. I can't stand this any longer; please let me cum. I NEED TO CUM.'

And that was the moment Xena finally broke. She swore she could hear her resolve to resist shatter under the relentless ****. The desire in her body took over her determination to resist, and she uttered the words she had been dreading and anticipating for almost the entire day.

'PLEASE, LET ME CUM'

The crows fell silent for a moment before they erupted. They jeered and laughed at her predicament, all looking forward to what was next.

Xena heard the footsteps on wood, and her guide and tormentor walked up to her side.

'So you finally reached your limit. Are you sure this is what you want? It would be a shame to throw away all your hard-fought victories?'

'YES, MAKE ME CUM. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, I NEED TO CUM SO BADLY.'

'Very well. Just so you know, I will make some changes to your appearance before we continue.'

'Do whatever you want, just fuck me already.'

The man smiled and reached out to knead her compressed and highly sensitive breasts. Xena loudly moaned from the pleasure and she pulled and twisted in her chains. After a few minutes, she softly begged, her resolve destroyed.

'Please, no more of this. I surrender, you won. Just finish this.'

'Oh, we're not done yet. Not by a long shot.'

He stopped massaging Xena's breasts and instead moved his hands to the feathers that relentlessly flicked back and forth over her rock hard nipples. He grabbed them, and with a sharp tug, pulled them off. This left her breasts still compressed and sensitive, but at least her nipples were no longer teased.

Already Xena felt the loss of stimulation. Part of her felt relieved to be rid of the constant, maddening teasing. But another part, a bigger part, regretted the loss as she felt her orgasm recede just a bit. That is until the phallus plugging her pussy increased the strength of its vibrations just enough to push her back to the edge.

The man's hands then gently glided down across her body. Over her breasts, down her stomach, towards her throbbing pussy and clit. Xena squirmed as he did so, even those light touches were pleasurable in her current state.

The hands stopped at her pussy and began stroking and teasing her sensitive folds. When a finger brushed across her clit, her hips instinctively shot forwards in an attempt to get more friction. And she moaned loudly as the pleasure, and her orgasm surged inside her body. But the vibrations inside her immediately reduced in strength to keep her release just out of reach.

Her moans turned into wails as the fingers assaulting her sex expertly teased her. Making her need and desire grow, but it never was enough to make her cum.

'Please, no more. I'm begging you alright.'

The man raised one hand to Xena's mouth and pushed his fingers inside, effectively stopping her pleas. Her mouth filled with the taste of her own desperation, and her continued sounds of frustration became muffled.

'As I said, we are far from done. Save your strength for what is to come, you will need it.'

As he did with her breasts, he took hold if the small feather over her clit and pulled it off. The hard bundle of nerves was now far easier to play with, and so he did.

Minutes pass as his hand expertly danced across Xena's pussy and clit. The vibrations inside her stuffed cunt rose and fell to match the ever-growing pressure of her orgasm.

Xena trashed and squirmed against her bonds as she desperately tried to increase the pleasure somehow. But the chains holding her were unforgiving, and the man's hand playing with her pussy far too skilled to mess up.

She was completely powerless, at the mercy of both the toy inside of her and the man manipulating her body for his own amusement.

She felt the pleasure inside her reach new heights and her entire body locked as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure began to form. This was it, she thought, she was finally going to cum.

But just before that wave could send her crashing into orgasm, his hand disappeared. For a moment she teetered at the edge, willing herself to fall over, but it was useless. Ever so slowly, the orgasm receded beyond her reach.

'Not yet. There are still more things I want to do to you before I allow you to cum.'