The Lady observes her progress, and determines the next step.

The Lady watched as her plaything slowly succumbed to the relentless pleasure assaulting her. Xena had been released form the sturdy chair she had been bound to. But that by no means meant that she was unrestrained.

She was standing in the middle of the room now, arms held above her head, and legs spread apart. Her beautiful body was on display for anyone present, and she was **** to whatever these sadistic people wanted to do to her.

While the position itself was not that strange, prisoners were often secured in this fashion so that their captors could have full access to their body, the manner in which she was restrained was.

Instead of chains or ropes, Xena was held in place by a less physical means. Around her wrists and ankles were runes not unlike the ones they had placed previously. They glowed with soft light, indicating their functionality. Had Xena be awake, she would have felt chains wrapped around her ankles and wrists, digging into her soft skin.

While Xena was losing herself to the pleasure, the Lady had ordered for one of the scribes to place the remaining runes on the mighty warrior. Just a minute ago, the final rune had been drawn, and Xena's body was now completely under their control. Besides the runes already placed around her head and groin, new patterns had been drawn all over her.

As mentioned before, her wrists and ankles had a cluster, allowing for Xena to be restrained without physical means, making escape impossible. Her elbows and knees had a similar set, giving more options to keeping the woman secured.

A delicate pattern was drawn around her neck, giving her a chocker like tattoo, before it faded. This would give them control over Xena's voice, deciding when, and when not she was permitted to talk.

Xena moaned aloud as the illusion continued to wrok its magic on the woman. Her pussy spasmed in some unseen rhythm, and a trickle of her juices leaked from the aching slit, covering her thighs or falling to the floor between her legs. The runes around her head and groin were steadily glowing, keeping Xena in a permanent state of near orgasmic bliss. The ordeal of the illusion, and the physical need of her body, both worked to weaken her willpower.

Over the course of the last fifteen or so hours, the Lady had a select group of men carefully replicate on Xena's body what the illusion did to her mind. The feather torturing her clit. The groping hands on her beautiful body. The fucking, first in her pussy, and then in her ass. Everything was carefully used to push her body into the same sexual frenzy that her mind already was.

Right now, the scribe that had placed the additional runes was enjoying his reward. A moment with the mighty Xena. Naturally, this meant that he was relentlessly fucking the helpless warrior. He already had two orgasms so far, but the sheer quality of Xena's cunt kept him as hard as the first time. He loved the way her tight pussy accommodated him. Loved that she was so wet, that even his enlarged cock moved in and out with no resistance. But he really loved the way she pulsated around his girth. She may have been unaware mentally, but her body knew what was going on, and she reacted with a fervour that matched her mental desperation.

With a grunt, he came for the third time, and he felt some satisfaction as Xena's body shuddered with small bursts of pleasure as he shot his load into her pussy. Knowing the look the Lady gave him, he knew he had pushed the limits of his reward. He withdrew from Xena, noticing how her pussy desperately tried to pull him back and saw his semen leaking out of her slit.

Straightening his robes, he gave the Lady a nod and left.

Focusing on the illusion, the Lady saw that Xena was about to enter the final hour of the effect of the ****. The **** was fake, of course, as was everything she experienced. But it worked wonders against the proud warriors resolve. Who would have guessed that her own sexuality was what was going to defeat her? She was strong, no doubts there, but for almost twenty hours she had been sexually tortured without a moment rest. She was close to breaking, she just knew it. She saw it in the way she moved, subconsciously matching the actions of the illusion. She saw it in the way her hips followed her fingers as she gently traced them over her captives slit. She saw it when Xena pressed her breasts forward whenever she played with them. And she heard it in the sounds she made when a finger slid inside her wet slit. How she gasped when she pinched, twisted, or pulled on those rock hard nipples. Or the cry of extasy as she carefully played with Xena's aching clit.

Every action was enough to push Xena over the edge, and she had so many, many times now. But each time her orgasm would start, the runes pushed her back to just before the tipping point. For almost twenty hours, her body was kept at the absolute peak of sexual pleasure, but she was never allowed to get any release.

She concentrated on the last part of the illusion.

'One more hour, and then we will see what kind of slut you are.'