She is pushed to her limits.

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 begin 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 insane 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 expanding and shrinking much like the breast rings did, but this time it varied the amount with which it changed.

The end 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 perfectly fit inside Xena's pussy. Whenever the pleasure **** her to squeeze down on it, there was no wasted space. She immediately began to clamp around the artificial cock the moment she started.

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

Xena was 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 exactly 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 slightly compressed into two firm orbs, each topped by an incredibly hard looking 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 destination was literally 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 the desire, no, the 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 a 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 constantly 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 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.'

With a wave, she beckoned a servant over.

'Prepare the stockade and have it moved to this room. Then spread the word that Xena will soon be available for use.'

The servant nodded once and left the room. The Lady looked back to Xena, her body twitching and squirming under the sexual ****. She focused her magic once again and pushed the illusion towards the finale.

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 all this 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 maddening 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 fully 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 normally 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 last trial will be up there, let the world see what a cum-starved, needy whore you really 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 them. 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.

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 only fulled 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 silently plead, 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 actually 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.

'I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO ANYMORE, JUST MAKE 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 even you are unable to resist. 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 ABOUT THE REST, I JUST NEED TO CUM SO BADLY.'

'Very well, if cumming is all that you want, then I am happy to oblige. Just so you know, I will remove EVERYTHING that you are wearing now before giving you what you desire.'

He reached behind her back and pulled at the two leather straps that help the breast rings in place. With their connection severed, the magic flowing through the rings and feathers stopped. The rings grew back to their normal size and helped by the laws of gravity, slid over her breasts and fell down. They dangled in the air, still attached to the main harness. Xena made a strangled sound when that happened. The disappearance was very welcome after all those hours of torment, but the loss of stimulation to her nipples made her wine in disappointment.

She felt the hand move down her back towards her ass. Again the straps were pulled apart, and like with her breasts, the feather on her clit stopped. This time, when he dropped the strings, there was nothing holding the harness in place, and the ring over her clit dropped between her legs. A second later, the two rings from her breasts joined it.

The only part of the harness left was the dick inside her pussy, and for a few precious seconds, it held the tangle of leather and metal in the air. But the **** arousal made her pussy soaking wet. And despite it's increased size, it easily slid down, making Xena moan loudly as it slowly slid from her pussy. With a thud, it fell to the ground, and the man picked it up and held it in front of her face so both she, and the crowd could see how big it was.

And big it was. It was easily bigger than any cock she ever had before, and bigger then she thought she could take. But there was no doubt from whos pussy it just came, nor to whom the juices coating it belonged to.

The man callously dropped the harness and stepped behind Xena. There was a tense moment of anticipation before she felt a new sensation against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder and came face to face with her guide. He had an evil smile on his face as he slowly began to insert his cock into Xena's eager slit.

Xena moaned in pleasure from the moment his head was inside her. She squirmed against her metal bindings as he carefully thrust deeper into her. When he reached the full extent of his reach, he waited, savouring the frantic contractions of Xena's pussy as she desperately tried to increase the pleasure.

'Please, give me more, I need more.'

The man smiled, not that Xena could see, her eyes were staring into the distance focused completely on the pleasure she was receiving.

'Not yet dear. After all, you are still wearing something.'

Before Xena could utter another word, he took hold of her head. Making sure she was facing the crowd, he pulled at the strings holding the face-concealing mask in place. It too fell to the ground, where it made a dull thud as the covered wood of the mas hit the naked wood of the platform.

The excited crowd fell silent as they slowly began to realize who it was that they were looking at. Someone began to cheer, which was quickly picked up by others. soon the crowd was cheering and yelling all kinds of obscenities at Xena.

Xena was shocked that he would go so far, but before she could say anything, he had begun to withdraw his cock, effectively replacing her objections with lustful sounds.

When he was almost out, he started to thrust back in, easily falling into a slow rhythm that was gradually increasing in speed. Each thrust made Xena moan and wail. Each thrust pushed her closer and closer. The man expertly regulated his speed, keeping Xena close and ****, but not yet over. He wanted to get closer to his own orgasm first before he pushed her over.

A few minutes went by and he was close enough to finish her off. Without warning, he began fucking Xena as fast and hard as he could. Four thrusts were all it took. Xena screamed loudly as she finally came. Her entire body became rigid, and her pussy started clenching and unclenching in fast powerful motions. This pushed him over the edge as well, and with a grunt that was silenced by Xena's wail, he emptied his cock deep inside Xena's pussy.

To Xena, the orgasm she finally experienced was nothing short of mind-blowing. The moment the cock fucking her increased to it's hammering speed, Xena knew that she was going to cum. Hours worth of teasing, countless orgasm denied, everything came to a head in this precise moment. After the fourth thrust, she could hold on no longer and she surrendered.

Her world exploded. A pleasure of the purest form radiated outward from her pussy, drowning her senses in ecstasy. Her body twitched on its own as the pleasure overwhelmed her control. Her vision became white as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could faintly hear herself scream as the orgasm thundered through her body. Wave after wave of blissful pleasure coursed through her, making her forget about the world around her. Distantly, she felt a powerful stream of warm liquid shoot inside her pussy and womb, further increasing the power of her orgasm.

After what felt like hours, but was only close to a minute, her orgasm subsided. Her body now spent hung limply in the chains, and through foggy eyes, she looked at the crowd as they laughed and cheered at her humiliation. Her vision became a blinding bright white, and she felt the world around her disappear.

She opened her eyes again and saw that she was back in the cell she had started her day in. But she was no longer bound to the chair. Instead, she was bent forward, and her hands and neck were secured in what looked like a stockade. She tried to move away. but she found out that the wooden contraption was placed on a stand which was bolted onto a cart. When she tried to move her feet, she discovered that they to were somehow held in place, and in such a way that it left her pussy and ass **** and open. She could feel an iron beam just above her pelvis, and her stomach was resting on it, preventing her from ever collapsing should she become too tired to hold herself up. The entire construction was also reinforced with iron so escaping it was near impossible.

The next thing she noticed, was that the same overwhelming need to cum was burning inside of her. Much like in her mind, she could feel her nipples, breasts, pussy, and clit aching with need. She heard a female voice beginning to talk, and in the dim light of the room, she could see the same lady she saw this morning stepping into view.

'Welcome back. I hope you liked that because the next part will be less enjoyable after a while.'

The woman stepped onto the cart and stood at Xena's side.

'I'm truly impressed by your resolve. You lasted an entire day before you succumbed to the needs of your body. But I'm afraid my time with you is up for today. I had hoped to hear you beg for an orgasm, but I see now that that is a useless thought.'

She raised one of her hands and gently traced a sharp nail along her side, starting at her shoulder, going down over her ribs towards her dripping pussy.

Xena shuddered at the touch. she had been deprived of any form of physical touch for the entire day, and her body was sexually charged to the breaking point. Before she could stop herself, she moaned in pleasure as the sharp nail ignited her hypersensitive nerves. The finger stopped above her pussy, resting lightly on her throbbing clit. Xena tried to move in an attempt to get more pressure, but her restraints allowed no such thing.

'So instead, we're going to see if you can beg for the orgasms to stop.'

She pressed firmly on Xena's clit and circled it once. That was all it took to tip Xena over the edge. Much like in her mind, her entire being was filled with pleasure as the hours worth of relentless teasing and denial were finally released. Her body shook and twitched uncontrollably, the movements held in check by the strong wooden stockade. She screamed from the pleasure flooding her, overwhelming her senses, until nothing remained except pure mind melting ecstasy.

For an entire minute, Xena's body trashed in her bonds as the orgasm ripped through her. Eventually, it died down, and Xena was left panting from the exhaustion, only held in position by the stockade and the iron bar supporting her.

Slowly she was recovering, but as her senses returned, so too did the need to cum. Her nipples were still hard, and she longed for someone to touch them. Her clit once again ached with need, teased beyond human limits, And her pussy was already growing wet. Her entire body was once again screaming at her, demanding an orgasm. She heard the smooth voice of the woman speak up.

'That was one, let's see how many it takes before you begin to beg.'

She looked over Xena's head to a point behind her and gave some final instructions.

'Take her however you want, the runes will make sure she stays ready and ****. Give her one small cycle of rest after every long cycle. You know what to do when she starts to fade. Call me when the begging starts. And never stop fucking her.'

She turned around and walked towards the darkness. A square of light appeared when the door opened, and for a brief second, Xena could see the twenty or so men gathered around her. Further thoughts were shoved to the back of her mind as her pussy finally got what it wanted since her ordeal began: A nice, big, dick.

The door hadn't even fully closed yet, but Xena was already screaming in pleasure as the second orgasm was ripped from her body, this one just as powerful as the first. And the runes would make sure that each one after this would be the same.