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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

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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...
