        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.
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                               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.
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