("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: (Xena5.txt 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 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This series contains sexual intercourse, rape, lesbian sex, murder, and mayhem. If you feel this might offend you or you are not a consenting adult, read no further. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kristen's collection ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 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. # 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...