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Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 4Princess Venetia occupied her throne, surrounded by a dozen or so members of her Court. They were seated on couches set in semicircles on either side of the throne, and included the Ladies Flavia, Cera, Nerine, Miralda, Mena, Nyrene and Tavia. All of them, apart from Tavia, had once been slaves of Princess Alexena – now Venetia’s newly acquired slave and known simply as Xena. In subservient attendance were numerous male and female slaves, ready on the instant to serve these Ladies. The female slaves were stark naked and depilated; the males wore leathern restrainers only. Sparkling white wine was being drunk from golden goblets, rich food was being served on golden platters. There was much chatter and happy laughter, nevertheless all members of the Court were deferential and respectful towards Princess Venetia. She was not only their hostess, but also the supreme power in the newly-conquered land of Barbaria. All the women were expensively gowned, even if those gowns were often revealingly brief. That was the current style. Lady Mena’s breasts – which were most excellent – were completely exposed. No one disapproved of that, quite the contrary. The evening progressed happily on, with everyone totally relaxed. All those present knew why they had been summoned and were quite enchanted. They had been invited to see their ex-Ruler in total subjection. Nothing could have been more satisfying to those who had once been completely in her power. Then Princess Venetia tapped an ivory gavel on the arm of her throne. Everyone instantly fell silent. “Ladies,” said Venetia, “it is delightful to have you all as members of my Court. You have, if I may say so, made me very welcome as your new Ruler. That is most gratifying and, believe me, I am going to look after your interests from now on.” There was a ripple of applause.“You have all been allocated Ten Thousand Crowns annually and, if our conquest of new islands and other territories continues – as l am sure it will – this sum will be increased.” There were loud murmurs of appreciation at this announcement. “I hope that you are all comfortably quartered and have sufficient slaves to serve you. If not, please speak to my Lord Chamberlain, Magnus, or the Chief Overseer. They will see to it that you get what you require.” Venetia smiled round the assembled company. “Now,” she said, “let us get down to the main reason you have all been invited for this evening. It is for you to be able to see how your former Princess is adapting to her new style of life.” There was some light laughter at this. “As you probably know, she is now called Xena… and has had her first lessons in showing respect. Also in being submissive and obedient. She is, I may tell you, not taking too kindly to her new way of life.” There was more laughter. “She seemed unwilling to bend the knee; but I made her do it. She was, naturally, arrogant. But I subdued that. At least, to some degree. Maybe there is still some arrogance lurking. We shall see. I have, Ladies, already humbled her to a considerable extent, I am sure there is still a long way to go. I and Lady Flavia have personally f logged her. And severely. Beyond that, I have had her drawn round the City, chained naked, in a cage. On the day following she was taken round the City again… but that time the carriage also contained twelve male slaves. You can, perhaps, imagine what she had to endure.” sarız escort Loud applause. “It will, I am sure,” continued Venetia, “have been a quite humbling experience. That was my intention. Now I am going to have her brought into my Throne Room.” There was a buzz of excitement as Venetia signed to one of the Overseers by the huge double doors. The Overseer left and there was a brief pause. The tension and excitement on the faces of the Courtiers was blatant. Some were actually trembling. They were about to witness something that, once, they had never dreamed of being remotely possible. The double door swung open and a black clad Overseer entered. She had a length of slim chain which ultimately divided into three links. Two of these links were attached to rings in Xena’s nipples, the other to a ring in her nose. Xena moved forward on all fours, her hindquarters high. There was a buzz of excitement at this remarkable spectacle. Could this be the once all-powerful Princess Alexena? Could it POSSIBLY? Yes… it was… it WAS! Naked, shaven and shamed. Led in like an a****l. Oh justice… merciful justice… praise to thee! “Give her a round of applause, Ladies, I think she deserves it!” Laughing delightedly, the Ladies of the Court clapped as Xena was led towards Venetia’s throne. Her features were white and stony. Blank. She seemed to have aged even though the body was its customary sumptuous shapely self. The dark eyes were half-hooded by lowered lids. The lips of the broad mouth quivered and twitched from time to time. The Overseer stopped before the throne. “The slave Xena,” she announced. “Thank you,” said Venetia calmly. “Take off the chains, but leave the rings in place.” “Yes, Highness.” The Overseer carried out this little duty whilst Xena remained on all fours, hindquarters still high. All noted the pink-red mottled state of the flesh of her buttocks, thighs and breasts… evidence of the recent flogging she had received. The magnificence of her Junoesque form could not be denied. It was, indeed, the form of a Princess even though this woman was now the lowest slave. Venetia held Xena in that pose for a good minute, knowing her Courtiers were revelling in the sight before them. Then she spoke. “Kneel, slave,” she said. A shuddering convulsion went through Xena. Her mouth twisted, a tic began to be visible in one cheek. All evidence of the incredible strain she was under. Then she knelt before Venetia’s throne, placing her hands on top of her head. Her taut melon-shaped breasts rose up. Xena’s features quivered uncontrollably and she found it impossible to meet Venetia’s triumphant smiling gaze. There was a long tense silence before Venetia spoke. “I hope you enjoyed your little trip around the City, Xena,” she said. Xena’s classical features became contorted with a mixture of hatred, fury and despair. “I am sure you did… yes?” Xena’s throat worked, but she had no answer. Venetia raised one finger fractionally and the Overseer, standing behind Xena, unlooped her slim plaited leather switch from her belt. Then she lashed it down across the tops of Xena’s buttocks. A shriek filled the Throne Room. “Answer, slave,” rasped the Overseer. Xena’s throat worked again, her mouth opened and shut. She was aware she was being made an exhibition of before her for slaves. That bitter realisation was like knives going through her. “Answer!” bellowed the Overseer and gave her another vicious slash of the switch. Another shriek, with Xena twisting violently. She knew she to answer, or the switch would fall again and again. But… oh… oh… the utter humiliation of it! Xena shook her head. “N-No… nooo…” she choked out. Then she remembered, but only just in time. “Nooo… H-Highness…” Venetia smiled again. “You mean to say you didn’t enjoy it, slave?” Xena shook her head again. “N-No… mmmfff… no… mmmmm… no… H-Highness …” she answered. Now it was Venetia’s turn to shake her head disbelievingly. “You mean to say, slave, you didn’t enjoy being repeatedly fucked by twelve well-hung slaves? Can that really be so?” Xena was shaking her head violently and sobbing incessantly, “Mmmfff… ugh… mmmmf… mfff… y-y-yer… esss… H-Highness… mmmfff… mfff…”“Perhaps,” smiled Venetia, “that was because you were being fucked in public?” “Yes… yesssss… Highness…” It was a kind of whining howl from Xena. “A little shy, were you?” went on Venetia’s taunting voice. “Uuuurfff… uuuurfff… y-yurrffff… esss… Highness…” sobbed Xena. She knew a mockery was being made of her. Oh the cruelty of it! Her inner being seemed to burn like a hot coal. After all the vileness that had been done to her… now there was this… this! THIS! Did not this monstrous woman realise she had once occupied that throne and was deserving of quite different and more understanding… indeed, respectful… treatment? Venetia, of course, was wallowing in her enjoyment of the situation. As were her Courtiers. “Still,” went on Venetia, “I am sure you got well fucked. How many times, slave?” Xena shook her head in bewilderment. “I… I… uurrfff… urfff… don’t know… H-Highness …” she said. “I am surprised,” smirked Venetia, “I should have thought that every one of those thumping great cocks would have been memorable!” “Uuuurrrf… uuuurrrffff… y-yrfffff…” sobbed Xena, drowning in total shame and despair. “I have to tell you, slave,” continued Venetia, “that any time I deem it beneficial as far as your behaviour is concerned, I shall send you round the City again. With twelve new studs for you to service!” “Oooohhh… OOOOOOOOOO!” A despairing shriek rose from Xena. Venetia raised a finger again. The Overseer lashed down her switch. “Again …” said Venetia. Xena writhed down on the floor. “Again …” said Venetia. Crying out breathlessly, Xena squirmed in torment. “Again,” said Venetia. For a third time the switch bit into Xena’s buttock flesh. Then Venetia signed for the Overseer to desist. “Kneel!” she rasped at Xena. Sobbing, Xena forced herself to kneel, hands on head, very aware of the consequences of delay or disobedience. “You seem to be querying my authority over you, slave,” said Venetia silkily. “N-N-Nooo… oooo… nooooo… Highness …” whimpered Xena pathetically. Oh what music it was in the ears of her former slaves! “I should hope not,” stated Venetia emphatically. “I want you to clearly understand that whenever I want to have you fucked, I shall do so. Any time, any place. You understand me?” Xena’s head bowed in defeat. “Y-Yer… ess… yes… Highness…” she whined. Oh how low were the mighty fallen! “Good… good …” sighed Venetia, almost soothingly. “Now, Xena, as a sign that you fully accept your new-found status as one of my slaves, you will crawl around and kiss the feet of all my new Ladies of Court. Your ex-slaves. And, in between kissing their feet, you will say: ‘l humbly beg pardon, my Lady, for all my misdeeds. I am truly thankful to be allowed to kiss your feet… and will gladly accept any punishment you wish to inflict upon me.’ Have you got that clearly in your mind, Xena?” Xena shuddered convulsively, her features contorting again. The horror of her existence seemed to increase from one moment to another. The vileness of being dragged around the City and being constantly ****d had been hideous beyond belief. But it was something she could not escape. She had been in a cage, surrounded by rampant males. Now, in a sense more free, she had to make herself submit to this new act of humiliation. She had to do it openly, before them all. Oh how bitter… bitter… BITTER beyond belief! But there was no escape. If she did not obey this humiliating order, she might well be sent round the City again. To be brutally ****d again and again and at the same time jeered by the populace. Intolerable! Xena started to crawl towards one of the semi-circles of couches on each side of the throne. She got a whistling cut of encouragement from the Overseer’s switch and slithered forward, writhing in pain.She came to a pair of high-healed red boots. “I am Lady Mena,” came a voice from above, “you will now kiss my boots, every last inch of them, until I order you to stop, slave.“ Xena kissed the red boots assiduously. She was very conscious of the Overseer standing behind her, switch at the ready. Xena’s mouth went to every part of the boots, including the heels. Then she kissed them all over again. “Stop,” said Lady Mena after about five minutes. Thankfully, Xena stopped. “I believe you have something to say to me, slave. Kneel up… let me look at you.” Xena knelt erect. There before her, breasts exposed on account of the low cut of her red gown, sat Lady Mena. Once one of her slaves; whom she had personally thrashed, or had had thrashed whenever the mood took her. Xena’s throat worked convulsively. She found it difficult to speak. Ssssswweeee… cccrrraaaccckkkk! The leathern switch fell across the top of her buttocks, Xena shrieked, finding voice at last. “I… I… ahh… h-humbly beg p-pardon, m-my Lady, for… for m-my misdeeds,” she said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. “Louder!” commanded the Overseer… and gave Xena another cut. Another shriek and Xena resumed in a louder voice. “I am… am t-truly th-thankful… to… to be allowed to… k-kiss your feet and… and will gladly accept… any… p-punishment you wish to… to… inflict on me.” She saw the smirk of sadistic pleasure on the familiar face. Oh the cruel humiliation of it! “When I am ready,” said Lady Mena coolly. “I shall have you sent to me and give you the thrashing you deserve.” Xena shuddered convulsively. To be at the mercy of former slaves was not only beyond belief it was also almost beyond bearing. “You may go.” One of the pointed toes of the boots kicked Xena in the midriff. She went down on hands and knees and crawled to the next in the semi-circle. A pair of gleaming black patent leather shoes came into sight.“I am Lady Nyrene,” said a voice from above. “You may kiss my feet, slave.” At once, Xena’s mouth went to work again. It was not only totally humiliating, it was very tiring. And there were still so many pairs of feet she still had to show her submission to. All around her was the chatter and laughter of the new Courtiers, revelling in the spectacle of their former Ruler abased.
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