Left and Back to the Brothel

“Actually,” the man said, “I need to change your stimulation again. You calm down when only walking, and I must keep you closer to the edge if I am to break a will as strong as yours – unless you'd like to give in. You should feel no shame in doing so. No one else has even made it out of the chair when experiencing my attentions, remember.” But Xena still remained silent in the face of his entreaty, only shaking her head with a teasing and defiant smile.

“No,” the Warrior Princess thought. “I want to cum, and I don't want to show myself to strangers like this any more. I never wanted to in the first place. Why am I letting you do this to me, and why can't I stop?” But for all her internal protest, she allowed him to lead her off once more.

Keeping his arm around her waist, he led her through more of the bazaar, with yet more strangers taking in her scandalous appearance and the becoming blush of embarrassment and arousal on her face, until she recognized the area around the brothel. Withing a few minutes, he guided her back to the room where he'd begun her torment. “First we need to get you out of these things,” he said, and he removed her thin silk dress, leaving her bare except for the panties and the intrusion they kept inside her. It had had a thin band that tied behind her neck that draped in two strips over her breasts before expanding into a skirt that had barely covered her ass and extended below her sex. With any little bit of wind or movement on her part, it had exposed the black pants, to her intense humiliation. But with it gone, Xena felt even more aware of the garment and the vibrating tormentor inside her.

When he had hung up the dress, he came back to remove the black pants. Xena gave out a sigh and whimper of combined relief at being free of it and need at having it removed still without being brought to her much-needed orgasm. The man paused, looking up at her to see if she had at last reached her limit, but Xena still found herself unable to ask for the fucking she so desperately wanted. Hearing no more, the man eased them down her legs and Xena found herself obediently stepping out of them.

“Have a seat,” the man said, indicating the couch where it had all started, and he put the pants in a pile to be cleaned and went back to the cabinet he'd taken them out of earlier. He rummaged around, 'hmm'-ing to himself as he examined items and thought to himself, until he said 'aha', 'yes,' and 'yes, these will do.” He turned around holding what looked like a tangle of leather cords with another intruder like had been in the pants, with some feathers mixed in and some things that glinted of metal. In the other he held a pair of shoes unlike any Xena had seen before.

They gleamed a yellow that, if she had known it, matched the color of Gabrielle's runes during her calibration phase, the same color hers shone now. They dangled from long leather straps that connected to yet more that made up the top of the shoe. They would show most of the top of her feet and all of her toes as well as the sides and the back of her heels, and her heels would not be anywhere near the ground. The back of the soles ended in spikes at least five inches long that tapered from the width of the heel down to spikes that looked dangerous if the shoes were to be swung like a weapon. Xena, most accustomed to sturdy leather boots that provided both protection and support doubted that she'd be able to walk in them or that the cobblestones and dirt that made up the town's streets would support such thin spikes. She thought they would break under even the slightest stress as well.

Her misgivings much have shown in her eyes because the man chuckled and said, “Don't worry. They have been enchanted and someone who knew how to manage them has worn them before to teach the spell how you will walk in them. In addition, any ground you walk on will support them as if you wore the sturdiest and stablest boots ever made. You will not fall while wearing them. I actually doubt you could if you tried, which you will likely wish to do after a time. I could be wrong though. Your strength of will has fooled me so far.” He knelt in front of her. “Now give me your foot.”

Xena complied and he slid one and then the other of the shoes onto her feet, and he wound the long straps around her calf in opposite directions almost all the way up to her knee, where he tied the remainder behind her legs. He then took her hands and lifted her to her feet, where she immediately expected to fall despite his reassurance. However, as he led her forward she found herself remarkably steady. In addition as he let go of her hands and stepped aside, saying, “Now walk for a bit,” she realized that she was placing each foot directly in front of the other with her toes a bit to the outside of the heel. The strange gait caused her to move her hips and ass in an attention-grabbing sway and made her naked breasts bob fetchingly as well. Alarmed at the inviting sexual display she would put on walking like this, she tried to walk in a more normal manner, only to gracefully pivot and strut back to him so he could put on the rest of her 'outfit,' the first part of which he already held out for her.

“Stand with your legs apart,” he said, holding out the first set of what turned out to be two sets of straps that had made up the mess in his other hand. It had another insert for her sex, this time in a yellow that matched the shoes instead of the previous green, and a like-colored silky-looking feather that extended from the front of the base. A strange stiffer loop of leather extended between the two strands that would go across the front of her legs. He inserted the phallic-shaped member into her still-wet tunnel, and Xena felt the coolness of the previous one once more, though this time she expected it to start vibrating as she made it warm and wet. Firs he pulled up the leather thong in back, which slid between her cheeks and ended in a loop at the small of her back. “Hold this,” he told her, and she reached a hand behind herself to do so, in spite of her efforts to disobey. He then took the two front strands and lifted them up in a V over her hips and behind her back, where he inserted them through the loop in the back strand, brought them around her waist to the front before bringing them behind her back once more. “Now hold these,” he said.

While Xena held the two straps, he knelt in front of her again and this time fiddle with the strange stiffer loop. “Ah,” she said as he nestled it beneath the flap of skin which usually concealed her clit, and action which allowed the feather which extended from the front of the inserted piece to contact it directly. The helpless warrior now had a really bad feeling about what this device would do to her with each step, but still found herself unable to protest while he adjusted the tension of the front straps to make sure the piece holding her clit hood clear stayed snug and effective. He removed the slack from the lengths wrapped around her hips and waist before moving behind her, taking them out of her hands, and tying them off. He then did something to the thong running up the back to pull it tight between her cheeks and making sure the object would stay firmly inside her and the feather in contact with her sensitive clit.

As the thing inside her warmed and started to vibrate, Xena became conscious of an urge that she couldn't tell if it came from her shoes or somewhere inside her, but she began flexing one knee then the other to move her hips from side to side. The motion caused the vibrating phallus to move inside her, pressing its warm vibrating length to different sides of her pussy. Worse, it transmitted the movement to the feather in front of it, and the motion of the silky strands dragging back and forth over her clit immediately became maddening. Back and forth the stroked her, irresistible and much too light. She groaned and began to pant. She rapidly lost any calm she'd acquired from the removal of the black pants and more, but she didn't ask for relief, and she couldn't stop wagging her hips back and forth.

As she involuntarily tormented herself, the man picked up the last garment, stood behind her and pulled two metal rings connected by a short strip of leather to her tits and worked the rings to their bases. Two longer strips he pulled behind her neck and tied together. Two more her pulled beneath her arms and tied behind her back so that the rings would stay snug against her chest and grip the base of her breasts. Four shorter thongs were tied to the metal rings and extended to smaller rings which he placed around her nipples. The rings and leather thongs quickly shrank to hold and support her breasts. They would cause no pain, but they cause a constant pressure to her breasts and her hard nipples that she knew she would find impossible to ignore.

But the worst features of the strange breast harness were the two feathers held by a pivoting mechanism on the bottom of the nipple rings. Two weights dangles from the bottom of the pivots, and as the weights swung one way, the feathers moved the other, rubbing over her nipples the way the one between her legs rubbed her clit. Xena's breathing quickly degenerated into pants and moans, and her tormentor waited to see if she would finally give in while she shifted her weight back and forth to cause constant movement inside her and against her three sensitive nubs. “Stop, stop,” she thought as she tried to drive herself insane. She felt her juices squishing inside her around the phallus as it swayed and running out of her onto her bare thighs. The movement of her legs and her heavy breathing caused the three feathers to tickle her constantly and her nipples and clit felt hot and hard enough to explode – or make her explode – but it wasn't quite enough. But still she said nothing, though her glance to the man finally contained a little desperation to go with her defiance.

“I'm impressed,” he said. “I can see how much you need my … attentions,” he said with a low seductive purr, “but still you resist. I never imagined that anyone would continue so long. But before we continue, I need to tell you that I saw how you reacted to being watch. Your cheeks pinked prettily with embarrassment, yes, but I know your arousal and it burned higher and quicker as well. So you should know that when we go back out, you will only wear what you already do. Do you wish to stop now?”