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Authors name: Zeus
X E N A T H E W A R R I O R P R I N C E S S
PART 5 OF 9
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This series contains sexual intercourse, rape, lesbian
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Xena was bound at the wrists and elbows with her
legs in hobbles. The guards took either elbow and ush-
ered her up the trail and through the gates of the
citadel. The little procession drew the attention of
dozens of pirates manning the trebuchets and battle-
ments.
"Hey, look! It's feared warlord woman herself!"
"Looks more like fresh fish to me!"
"Hey, I want that bitch in my bunk tonight!"
"You can have her! Crazy slut will probably
bust you in half!"
"She won't be so tough with three or four of us
pinning her down!"
"I don't want her after YOU, Drago!"
"Hey, show us a little more skin, sweet cheeks!"
The rogues crowded around the trail, wiggling
tongues and grabbing crotches suggestively. The guards
shouldered through them to the doors of the Guild
House. They climbed a set of stairs that opened into
the audience hall. Makhi was waiting there with Tahir
Arrani. Several scantily clad blonde women sat among a
pile of furs in the middle of the room. One of them
matched Milan's description of his princess.
"Take her to the harem and treat her with the
potion. She will be the new centerpiece of my collec-
tion."
Xena went wild with outrage. Her lunge at the
grinning pirate was aborted by the guards holding her
chains.
"On second thought," said Makhi, "Entertain her
in the lower chambers for a while. Do whatever you
want, as long as you leave no scars. But I want her
tamed."
Xena shouted with feral intensity, then the
lights went out again as the guards subdued her.
Xena woke up with the feeling of something suf-
focating her. She had a panic filled moment before she
realized that she could still breathe through her nos-
trils. Gagged, she thought, and blindfolded too. Her
forearms and calves were bound in tight sleeves and a
belt circled her waist. They were chained so she was
spread eagle and hanging in the harness. She could tell
by the draught on her skin that she was otherwise nude.
"Looks like she's coming around." The voice and
the footsteps came closer. A hand carefully pulled her
blindfold up to rest on her forehead. It belonged to a
Nordic man in his early forties, body lean and hardened
from combat. His grin, full of sharpened, silver teeth,
identified him as Rostov, Hafez Makhi's prime assassin.
"This is called the Spider, Xena. Our interro-
gator uses this as the pedestal of his art. You proba-
bly remember that his art is something that most of us
do not have the stomach to witness." Rostov picked up
a thick, wickedly curved hook from the table, letting
Xena watch the light from a brazier full of glowing
coals glint off it. He snorted and returned it to its
stand. "No, we've got other ideas. A lot more fun, al-
though someone's got to serve as the entertainment. Of
course, we've picked you."
Five pirates barged through the entryway, curs-
ing and snickering, tankards of ale spilling careless-
ly. They cheered when they saw the naked woman hanging
in the middle of the torture chamber.
"Hold up, boys, let's make her comfortable now."
Rostov released a lever and pulled a set of pulleys,
tilting the cruciform that held the harness forward.
Xena watched the six men as they stripped down. Their
hairy legs came into view, then they stepped close
enough so she could see them hefting and stroking their
penis' into hardness, like weapons being brandished be-
fore the onslaught. Rostov was the first to touch her.
He slicked a finger with his saliva, then rubbed it
lightly on Xena's nipples, which hardened with the sud-
den chill. The men grunted and whistled approvingly.
Rostov rubbed his erect cock on her face. He
grabbed a handful of her dark hair, pulling her head
back forcefully as he pressed his cock against her
breasts. He grinned with satisfaction at the loathing
and terror in her bright blue eyes. The others stepped
forward and replaced him now, running their coarse
hands all over the soft skin of her body. One was below
her with his face buried in her tits, sucking and chew-
ing on her nipples. Two of them were fondling her ass
while they pumped their inflamed rods up against her
thighs, while one was lapping at her cunt as he jerked
himself off.
The huge black corsair with scars across his
face was the one with first bid at Xena's sex. One of
the others handed him a tray holding a cake of grease.
He smeared it along the length of his huge black tool,
eyeing the patch between Xena's legs licentiously while
licking his lips. He smeared another handful of the
lubricant over the lips of her pussy, working two of
his fingers up inside of her. He kept the lips parted
with his fingers as he steered the dark purple head of
his cock into her.
A loud groan escaped his lips as he shoved his
hips forward. His face was knotted with pleasure as he
twirled and rocked his hips, wrenching his cock around
inside her. One of the others had greased her chest up
and was fucking his big erection between her breasts.
The black man came first, roaring at the top of his
lungs as he emptied his testicles in huge clobs of hot
sperm, so much that it began leaking around his shaft
as he mindlessly continued to slam into the girls body.
The other squeezed her tits together tightly as he shot
his load there, squirting his jism onto her neck and
chest, rubbing his sticky fluid into her skin. Then the
next man moved eagerly between her legs, ramming his
cock in and pumping her with short, dog-like strokes.
They took turns at her pussy until their cum had trick-
led from her lips and made a puddle on the stone floor.
Rostov stood back and watched the five thugs use her
lavish body, his eyes wide with glee as he worked his
inches. He only came forward when he was ready to pop.
He grabbed her hair and held her head still as he rub-
bed the head of his cock on her cheeks and around her
lips. He snorted with satisfaction and growled loudly
as he squirted his cum on her face and in her hair. The
prime assassin gauged the time, decided to give the men
another half hour before he would call in the concu-
bines to clean her up and drug her for the master.
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The floating citadel made its way east. The
zaraten's massive limbs propelled it along at thirty
knots, closing the distance inexorably with Calimport.
When it stopped, the pirate crew set to a group of
giant cogwheels. Groaning and swearing mightily, they
turned the wheels until the piers were deployed from
the recesses in the zaraten's shell. They went to work
arming the frigates that would ravage the city and the
coastline for miles. It was easy among the hustle and
confusion for Milan to emerge from his hiding place and
start climbing.
The ranger had been sucked into the giant tur-
tle's wake when he hit the water. Realizing he had only
seconds to escape watery death, he caught hold on the
timbers of the folded pier and lashed himself to it
with his pack harness. He rode along for the last four
hours, until the creature slowed and the pirates' fren-
zied activity made his ascent possible. He ducked
through the jungle and made his way to the guild house.
The servants loading fresh supplies had left the side
gates open and he rushed into the house in a swirl of
black robes.
He was overcome with rage when he found the cell
holding Xena. The heroine was stripped naked and lashed
to a bizarre device. He overheard the groans and crude
cheers of the five brutes who were standing around the
weird rack, groping at her while she hung in a leather
harness and one fucked her. Xena's brow was covered
with sweat, her eyes squeezed shut. Her face was
flushed as she tried to breathe around the leather gag
in her mouth.
He pulled back into the shadows, taking two
heavy throwing spikes from beneath his robes. He pushed
the door open and confirmed that there were six targets
in the room. They had not noticed him, too caught up
in their lust as they each awaited another turn inside
the beautiful woman's silky womb.
He struck the ones waiting at the sides first.
The spikes entered their throats, driving them to their
knees as they fought for air. The man between her legs
was next. The deadly ranger pulled two leaf-bladed
daggers from their sheaths and plunged them up under
the man's ribs. Xena could feel the man come inside of
her, at the moment of death. His body instinctively
trying to reproduce, even as it died.
The corsair vomited blood as the blades pierced
his diaphragm and tore his lungs open. The other two,
still exhausted from their penetrations, died before
they could gain their feet when Milan cast the two
daggers at them. One was killed instantly as it pierced
his eye and lodged in his brain. The other clawed
weakly at the cruel knife lodged in his neck as his
lifeblood spurted from a torn carotid artery.
Milan used the body of the rapist as a shield
when Rostov fired a small crossbow at him. He cast the
body aside and leapt at the assassin. He bowled the
older man over and grappled with him fiercely. Milan
was a bit bigger, but Rostov was a veteran of hundreds
of hand to hand battles. He broke Milan's chokehold
when he shoved a palm under his chin, forcing his head
back. The assassin had worked a dirk free from his
robes and stabbed, but Milan easily caught and held his
arm. He shoved Rostov's hand into the smoldering braz-
ier. The assassin screamed as smoke and the smell of
roasting pork filled the air. Milan finally sent him
down with a fist to the back of the neck.
He retrieved his spikes and daggers, then re-
leased the bindings from around Xena's arms and legs.
She collapsed into his arms and he pulled the gag out
of her mouth. Xena gasped gratefully and clung to his
shoulder for support.
"Milan," she whispered as he put his arms around
her. He took water from a pitcher on the table and
washed her come ccovered face. Looking around, he found
a cloth to dry her off with, as well as her clothes and
armor. She pressed her face into his shoulder and clung
to him. Milan held her gently and reassuringly as her
horror passed. With a deep breath, she composed herself
and took her armor. They noticed Rostov stirring in the
shadows.
"He's still alive," Milan said, slightly sur-
prised.
"Not for long," Xena said, the steel back in
her. She hefted a fallen scimitar menacingly and
stalked toward the wounded assassin.
CONTINUED IN PART 6...