She remains traped in the illusion.

The next morning The Lady entered the small cell where she found Xena still secured to the chair. The heavy smell of lust and sex hung in the air, and Xena made occasional moves as her body reacted to the illusion. Her body showed signs of her highly aroused state, the entire night she was sexually assaulted in her mind, but no physical release was given.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts swollen, her nipples were so hard it must have been painful if Xena was conscious. The biggest signs of her arousal though were between her legs. Her pussy lips had swollen as well, her clit was erect above her cunt begging for attention. A generous amount of liquid had dripped from her pussy and formed a small pool at the seat of the chair spilling over onto the floor.

The Lady walked over to Xena and gently ran her hand across the bound woman's arm. A moan of pleasure escaped Xena's mouth and the glowing runes around her pussy briefly intensified. She reached between Xena's legs and flicked her finger over the hard nub of her clit. After a night devoid of any physical contact the hypersensitive bundle of nerves sent shockwaves of pure pleasure into Xena's body. The moans became louder and louder until after a few seconds she trashed in her bonds as her body shook from the first physical orgasm in hours. The runes gave a flash and her body fell limb, still moaning in pleasure, she apparently did not realise that she was yet again denied release.

Pleased with the result so far The Lady wanted to test the full effect of her work. She snapped her fingers in front of Xena's eyes, and with a visible spark of arcane energy willed the illusion to end. She patiently waited for Xena to emerge and started to make plans for the new ****. One minute past. Then a second. A third, and still no sign of Xena wakening. A fourth, now The Lady started to worry, this was not normal. She tried te release again, but after another five minutes, Xena was still under the effect of the spell.

'Shit.'

She hurriedly left the cell to get help, leaving Xena alone in her nightmare.

Hours turned into days, which blurred into weeks for Xena. In the small cell, time was hard enough to keep track off on its own, but the never-ending sexual **** on her body made her think of other things than time. Every time the creature started to edge her it used the hours to extract the precious fluids it needed to grow. And with each cycle, the creature grew and learned.

The mask part that had covered half her face had extended to include a stylish mask, the mask served the dual purpose of hiding her face and blinding her vision should it want to. The tendrils that covered her body had formed itself into an exquisite pattern, making it look like Xena wore a set of exotic negligee, it presented her body in the most alluring way yet at the same time covered enough to protect her modesty. It had learned to read and control her body like not even she herself could. It was capable of giving her pleasure beyond comprehension, or pain beyond imagining.

It used that knowledge to forcefully train her to its need. Currently, her sight was blinded by the mask, the slits had pulled together to create a sightless mask. Left in the darkness Xena's only sensations where the relentless tentacles fucking her pussy and ass, the torturously soft tendrils that simulated hands caressing all over her body, and the three small whip-like tendrils that never ceased their ministrations of her nipples and clit.

After the third day her spirit was broken to such an extent she did not even resist when the slavers released her from her bonds. Instead, her hands immediately shot towards her pussy and like a possessed woman she started to masturbate. For the last full day, the parasite had her edged non-stop. What started as a desire had changed into a need, and after a few hours, into an obsession. So when her hands were released from the ropes that bound them the first thing that came to Xena's mind was to help finish what the creature did not.

But to her horror, she found out that the skin of the parasite absorbed her frantic rubbing. No matter how hard she tried, she never felt anything. Xena laid curled into a ball on top of the table, her blinded eyes oblivious to her surroundings, her hands desperately tried to finish her off but nothing worked. Meanwhile, the creature continued to send illusions of sex and desire into Xena's brain, while it mercilessly kept its host at the razor's edge of an enormous orgasm.

By the end of the first week, any thought of resisting or escaping had disappeared, now the only thing she thought about was to obey. If she did that then maybe she was finally allowed to cum. Because all this time the parasite had never stopped fucking her. It had slowed down a bit sure, and it sometimes gave her an hour or two to rest, but it always kept the stimulation high enough that she was painfully aware of her impending orgasm and her own inability to reach it.

Another thing that never stopped or changed were the visions. No matter the time, whether she was blinded or not, the hallucinatory abilities of the creature kept showing her visions of sex. Subconsciously she knew that she was being trained to accept these things as normal, that this was how these slavers trained such perfect sex slaves in such a short time, but she also knew that she was truly powerless to resist it. At one time the **** boss came back to check on her, he frowned at what he saw, and gave a couple of commands. She could see him think, see the intelligence behind his dark eyes, then he left.

It was now the end of the second week. Xena had learned to live with the ever-present need of her orgasm waiting to be released, it was that, or go insane from the frustration. She was currently in a luxurious office. She stood as she had been told: head and eyes down, arms behind her back each hand gripping an elbow. She had been told to wait here, so wait she did. Occasionally she squirmed under the parasites continued ministrations, but other than that she stood silently.

eventually, the door opened and a couple of people walked in. One was the **** master, the other was a weak-looking man. The man was slightly smaller than herself and he was wearing an opulent robe that was finely cut to his wide body. Expensive rings adorned his fingers, and everything about his presence indicated wealth, power, and privilege. immediately behind him was a young woman. She had a deep black skin and was dressed in nothing but an elegant dress of thin see-through material. Her breasts were small but firm, and her pussy was shaven and clear for anyone to see. She held herself in a demure, subservient way, not that different from Xena herself.

When everyone was seated, the salver and his guest in a chair, the girl on her knees at the man's feet, the slaver began speaking.

'So my old friend, I'm sure you must be curious why I had you come over rather than meeting with you at the next auction?'

The man nodded his head at that, and when he spoke, it was with a deep voice that radiated power.

'Indeed I am, normally our business is done in the traditional way, quite successfully I might add. I was not aware that this had to change. If so I have to insist on a different location next time, this is too far away from my establishment.'

'I understand perfectly, and trust me, this is not the new way. But we have recently acquired a new ****, and when word gets out, well I think you can imagine the bidding war she would start. Since you are a long and trusted buyer from us, we decided to give you a one time offer to buy her before she goes on the block.'

Here the two men looked at Xena.

'I take it, this is her?'

At a nod from the slaver, the other man got up and walked over towards her. Keeping his hands behind his back he slowly walked around her, all the while inspecting her for any imperfections.

'She looks good, very pretty in fact, I can certainly find a use for her based on that alone. Though her clothes worry me. They don't look normal, what is up with that?'

'That is an.. unfortunate side effect of our training method. We use a special and very rare parasitic creature to break there spirit and retrain them into slaves. Unfortunately, this creature seemed to have permanently bonded with its host. No attempts we made in removing it have proved successful, but worry not, this only works in your favour.'

Here the man raised an eyebrow in scepticism.

'How? I cannot use her if she is already claimed by some tentacle monster.'

'The creature feeds on the arousal and lust of its host. To enable its growth and survival it needs the fluids produced during sexual acts. This one seems to have taken a particular liking to the taste of desperation. It has learned to bring her to the edge of an orgasm and keep her there for long periods. To my knowledge the last time she had an orgasm was fourteen days ago, and she has been constantly stimulated in that time. She has become extremely... willing to our orders if she thinks there is a chance to cum.'

'So she makes a nice floor ****? Someone, to satisfy my customers before they do their own thing? I have plenty of those. I admit the presence of that, thing gives it something unique, but that itself wears off after a few months.'

'Oh but she is not just a floor ****. You may try this yourself, but the creature knows that it must give her some release eventually. Should you approach her with the intention to fuck her, say with your dick out, it will respond by allowing you access. In other words, you can fuck her. Maybe not all the time. And it might take you some time to find out the moments it allows such access. But I assure you that when you do, you get a VERY enthusiastic **** that will make someone extremely happy.'

'Hmmm, I agree that makes her slightly more valuable, but I still get the feeling you're hiding things.'

'You know me very well my friend, yes there is more. She has been trained like all our other slaves, so she reacts to all the command words you expect from us. Furthermore, the suit that she wears is the actual creature, and it can control her body if it wants to. So even should she want to object or resist a command, the creature will make sure she does it anyway. And finally, her ability to orgasm is strictly under the control of the creature. No matter how much she tries, or how hard you fuck her, she cannot cum unless the creature allows it.'

'That, actually opens a lot of possibilities. I could use her as a pre-show entertainer, and use her for simple services, then when it is her time, auction her to some lucky guy. Or perhaps make her fuck the audience before she is allowed. Yes, I can see a use for her. How much do you ask for her?'

The slaver smiled wickedly at that question, he knew what the reaction would be, and he relished the look of realisation when he found out who he really was buying.

'Fifteen large urns of gold, and two small ones filled with what you find appropriate.'

The would-be buyer chuckled.

'Ridiculous, even if everything you said is true, what makes you think anyone would pay that much.'

Unfazed by the other man's outburst he raised his hand to Xena, never taking his eyes of his visitor.

'****, remove the mask.'

The entire facial part of the creature started to withdraw until it was at the end of her neck, revealing her face to the room.

The buyer's eyes got wide in amazement when he saw who he was buying, and he inhaled with a sharp sound in shock.

'I see. Yes, that changes quite a bit. Suddenly your prize seems not so unreasonable, and I thank you for giving me the opportunity to buy her from you.'

'We have an agreement then?'

'Oh yes. Oh yes indeed. Have your men prepare her for transport. And you and your partners are hereby invited to attend the show that will present her to my customers. You will also receive your payment then.'

'Excellent. As always a pleasure to do business with you.'

The two men left, with the young **** girl quietly following her master. After a while, the creature reformed the mask over her face. Eventually, another slaver came to pick her up and she was brought to a large room. Her mask was ordered to blind her and in the darkness, she felt her body being placed in a laying position. Straps were used to keep her in place, and the dull sound of banging indicated the wooden chest she was in was now nailed shut.

Her arrival at the brothel was announced with a grand show. Though nobody was told of her true identity. She was put on display at the centre stage, **** to give a show for countless strangers. They told her to suck or lick whoever approached her, and thank them when they had enough. It only got worse after that. By the time the show was over she was covered in semen, it was all over her face and breasts, she felt sick from the sheer amount she was **** to swallow. And to her shame, she was **** to beg people to let her cum.

It was near the end of her first week when they discovered that the parasite allowed access to her pussy and ass. At the end of that day, she was auctioned off, sold to be some person's plaything for the night. He was told that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted from now until Sunrise, the only rules were no permanent damage. he was told the word that would trigger her orgasm and was then shown to a room where she was waiting for him.

That night was the most humiliating of her life. She was **** to ride the man's dick until he came, then suck him until he was clean and hard again. He then took her again, and again, and again, until he was spent. True to the slavers words Xena was **** for release by that time. She eagerly did her job, her base instincts taking over where her rational mind objected. Pleasure flowed through her body with every move of the man's dick, but it was never enough to make her cum. Each passing hour made her more ****, more eager to satisfy the one person who controlled her release. Not even when she finally broke down and started begging did he relent, he paid good money for this and he was going to enjoy this to the last second. Only after a long night of sexual debauchery that left Xena at the brink of exhaustion did he finished her.

'Cum for me whore.'

That single word released everything that the creature had done at once. Three weeks of near-constant sexual torment erupted from her core. Xena never knew an orgasm could feel this powerful, pleasure of the purest form flooded her senses, she lost all sense of time as the only thing she could focus on was the sweet release of her orgasm. In the end, she was completely spent and fell **** at the man's feet.

Later that day she woke up in her small room, cleaned, fed, refreshed, and already on the brink of an orgasm. During her sleep, the parasite had picked up his never-ending job of tormenting her.

This had become Xena's life now. A powerless, but very willing whore, to be used for peoples entertainment only to be sold when her time had come.

Months past and nothing changed, she hoped that her friend Gabrielle would find her, but she never did. After a year there was no trace left of the former warrior Xena. Now the only thing she concerned herself with was pleasing the customers, maybe one of them would let her cum.

Over time people forgot about Xena's exploits. And the rising legend of Xena: warrior princes became just that, a legend told to entertain people. But to the underworld of civilisation, Xena was very much alive, and for a steep price, she could be yours for a night.

THE END. (Illusion)