The following story contains nudity, sex, and graphic violence against a cartoon character. If you are under 18 or you are offended by the fictional portrail of violence against women, do not read further. *** Xena, Amazon Warrior Princess by Grandoff Chapter 1 Xena, the great Amazon Warrior once brought low, not through the trial of battle, but by the treachery of one old crone and a potion slipped into her ale. Stripped of sword and spear Robbed of all that she held dear Led naked through the streets of d'Or Xena, warrior queen The ancient ballad tells of how Xena was bound and dragged before the high council of elders. How they listened spellbound to the tales of her exploits. Yes, the story is well know in song and legend but the full horror of what Xena endured at the hands of her captors is not and is here recounted in this history. "No ordinary female could have performed such heroic deeds! This woman is a witch and shall be put to the trial," the high councilor shouted. He struck the table once to indicate the audience was at an end. Bound as she was and raging, Xena was given into the hands of the learned doctors whereupon she was striped naked and examined in the most intimate manor. Lying face down on a heavy wooden table, her powerful cheeks were spread open revealing an anus the size of a quarter into which, to calm her demons, a nozzle was inserted and heated oil was forced into that amber opening until her great body heaved with fearful cramps. She cursed them steadily but they went quietly about their work. This treatment did indeed seem to have the desired effect. For, after ten such purges, Xena lay quiet her heavy body exhausted and soaked in sweat. She offered little resistance as she was then taken to Direfield Abbey, there to await the arrival of the Witchfinder. The young nuns of the Abbey looked up from their pious prays as Xena was led in. They saw her powerful body clothed in only a sheet and recalled the stories they had heard of the witches and warlocks that were said to roam the land. Some were curious and all were afraid, but the Reverend Abbess, a profoundly ignorant and superstitious woman, was terrified. The Abbess ordered that extreme precautions be taken lest Xena dematerialize and reek vengeance upon all. By her order, Xena was blindfolded and bound naked to an iron bed, that was no more than a cot, in one of the most remote cells of the Abbey. She was not to be released for any reason neither to eat nor to attend to her body. The more courageous novitiates all found some excuse during the day to visit this remote wing where they eyed with awe the great breasts, the powerful legs and thighs, and the great wrath of black hair anointing her sex. They gasped in dismay as Xena roared her defiance and contempt and cursed them all with such vehemence that the poor creatures without exception shrunk away in utter terror confirming in their minds the dire warnings given by the old Abbess. All the while, Xena suffered acutely from continuing cramps and a growing need to urinate, relief of which she denied herself, being always on view as she was. That night, after the nuns were locked away in their cells and a stillness had settled like a low fog over the Abbey. One solitary figure could be seen creeping stealthily along the darkened corridors and into the forbidden wing. Scarcely a sound was heard as the rusty key was lifted from its hook by the door and the small dark figure entered the cell. Moonlight streaming through a barred window fell full upon Xena's voluptuous charms giving her skin the look of ivory. She lay in a fitful sleep bound on her back still blindfolded. A small, pimply faced, boy of perhaps fifteen stepped into the moonlight and stood gazing on the loveliness displayed before him. The young stable boy felt himself stir. "You ain't got no panties nor ... nothing!" Said the boy. The boy watched for a while then approached and took hold of Xena's breasts and squeezed hard. Xena awoke with a snarl that startled the boy and he backed away. He was not afraid of being discovered for he knew that once the nuns had retired for the night they would not venture out again until morning; and since Xena had been roaring and cursing most of the day, they would not find it unusual if she continued during the night. "Who's there?" ...... Called Xena. "Sister! .... Is it you?" The boy smiled. He drew from the pocket of his filthy trousers a small jar of horse liniment that he had brought with him from the stables where he slept. Taking a portion on two fingers, he searched within the thick nest of dark odorous curls at the apex of Xena's thighs till he found and separated the thick lips of her sex. There he applied the ointment to, what some would call, "The Little Boatman." "By the Gods! Don't touch me there!" Snarled Xena in alarm. The boy merely walked over and leaned against the stone wall. He knew it wouldn't take long for he sometimes maliciously used this unction on the genitals of an unruly mare and had watched as the poor creature had nearly knocked down her stall. Indeed he didn't have to wait long for almost immediately Xena felt a tingling and then an inferno growing between her legs. She tensed and her mussels stood out all along her mighty body; but, as this demon showed no signs of abating, she reluctantly began to move her hips in the most obscene manor. "Sister! What is this? It burns! Oh Lord, it's burning me! Oh! Oh!...Oh!" The boy chuckled softly and dropped his trousers. He wore no underwear and his stark white nakedness shown in the moonlight. He lowered himself onto her and inserted his ridged member. Xena froze then raged and thundered yet she could do nothing. She could not even help moving and writhing her hips in response to the blast furnace that was raging between her legs. The adolescent took his time feeling her body, her breasts, and her powerful mussels rippling under his slight frame. When he had spent himself, he stood and watched Xena's labored breathing. "Do ya want I should play with ya'r wicked little thing again?" The boy whispered. Xena was silent but as if on cue she began to urinate in great gushes that must have caused the caustic substance to burn more intensely for she went wild but despite her enormous strength the iron frame held her fast. The boys face clouded. He watched till the racked body was again still than opened the little jar and smeared her maidenhood with yet another application of the powerful potion. As he left the cell, Xena was howling like a banshee. The nuns, huddling in terror in their cells, heard the terrible cries and had no doubt that they were being visited by demons. And after hearing her disorientated tale the next morning, they would later testify to the startled Witchfinder that Xena had been seen copulating with the archfiend himself. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi