Barbaria Act 1 Chapter 5

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Barbaria Act 1 Chapter 5the fourth chapter: http://xhamster.com/user/Victor-Bruno/posts/246073.htmlChapter FiveMain narrativeThe Victors and the VanquishedPrincess Alexena had already had a preliminary interview with Captain Varian immediately he had disembarked at Nexos. What he’d had to tell her, even though in a brief, had pleased her and she looked forward to a more detailed account when, after a day or two, her Captain of Ships had rested from his long voyage and tasted of a view of the fruits of his victorious enterprise. This more detailed account, Princess Alexena decided, should take place aboard her own personal galley ship. In addition she would then inspect for the first time the small but highly-prized selection of captives which had been set aside for her. No doubt, too, some form of celebration would follow to mark this latest success of a Barbarian expedition… but the form this would take much depended on the Princess’s mood.The personal galley ship of Princess Alexena, called the Circe, was a considerably smaller and far more luxuriously appointed version of the war galley vessels of the main fleet. It had a single, square rigged sail of purple cloth but this was rarely hoisted as the ruler of Barbaria preferred to be propelled by twenty galley slaves, there being ten oars on each side of the vessel, one slave to an oar, since these two, were relatively light compared with the two and three-manned oars of the karger warships. There was also another variation. Whereas the galley slaves of the fleet were men, with women overseers, Princess Alexena’s galley slaves were women and their overseer was a giant of a man of Nubian origin.From the broad, high-raised aft deck, with its purple canopy (this served as a kind of floating Court Room) the Princess, flanked by her retinue of personal slaves, could survey whenever she wished, the naked female creatures she had condemned to an existence of toil, sweat and tears. This she could do by ordering the coverings of the lower galley deck to be removed so that she, and any courtiers in attendance upon her, could look down into the hold whilst affairs of state were discussed, or they took their ease and pleasure. Condemned to watch too, but with different emotions, were the personal slaves – like Nerine and Myron – as well as those maneless ones, with flesh painted in gold and whose fans moved incessantly to and fro to ensure a cooling current of air for the Princess.This cooling air was pleasing on the occasion the Princess chose to receive Captain Varian, for the evening was warm and sultry and the lake over which the Circe glided had a smooth but leaden look as if a storm were impending. Thus, after some half an hour’s detailed discussion of details concerning the expedition and it was time for some refreshment to be served, Princess Alexena ordered the deck covering to be removed, it was not surprising that the naked girl galley slaves were already in a state of some distress and were sweating so profusely that each appeared to have been doused with a hose – the result of intense humidity under the deck and their exertions. The galley master, broad and muskular, black as coal and, as naked as his charges but for a brief white-cloth triangle, stood at the far end of the cat-walk with folded arms. In his right hand he held a long, coiled whip. This was not of such severity as that used on the male slaves, for obvious and practical reasons, being composed of a six-footh length of slimly plaited cord, the last foot of which had small, hard knots at one inch intervals. All the same, though less severe, it was a quite adequate stimulus to extra effort when laid across a woman’s back or breasts. Let is be said, though, that this particular galley master was a fair man. He did not use his whip indiscriminately but only when he genuinely felt that one of his charges was, literally, not pulling her weight. Like most good overseers or trainers he preferred not to wield the whip unreasonably but only if it would produce a desired result or a punishment was deserved. Reclining on her cushioned couch of purple silks, sipping from a golden goblet of cool wine, Princess Alexena summoned her Chief Overseer Ryar to her.„Have the tempo of the oars increased,“ she ordered impassively. Her beautiful, finely chiselled features looked hard and cold – unemotional almost – but her wide-set eyes glinted with the power and cruelty casino oyna that perpetually bubbled within her. There was, of course, no real need to step up the pace of the galley, as there might have been with a vessel of the fleet, but, as has been seen before, when the Princess took her ease or pleasure, she found her emotions intensified it, at the same time, she could observe others suffering.The order was passed and the tap-tap of the drum which signalled the timing of the oars quickened and up from the galley hold came a sighing, groaning sound as it reached the ears of the wretched slave girls, each chained to her oar. Each called on what reserves of strength there were and tried to forget the back and arms that already ached cruelly… for each was aware that their black overseer now prowled the cat-walk with his corded whip trailing at the ready and each was supremely conscious that his vigilant eyes would be everywhere. Breasts bounced and swung more violently, mouths gasped wider as air was sucked in and then rasped out. Each strove to the utmost under the gaze of their Empress, with eyes misted with mingled tears and sweat. Even so there were some who failed to measure up to what was required and soon, here and there, the overseer’s whip was snaking out and cracking across naked female flesh. Gasping, high-pitched cries rose up into the sultry evening air, interspersed with the bellowed orders and threats of the overseer. It was not long before all were straining equally on the oars at the pace that he would wish. It was yet once more example of the deadly power of the lash… the lash which symbolised authority in Barbaria and upon which its iron discipline and ultimately its power was based.Serene, seemingly indifferent – yet not so – Princess Alexena chatted lightly with Lady Judilla, Captain Varian and other courtiers who were asembled around her, seated on chairs or couches set upon a dais one foot lower. The bubble of cruel pleasure was growing within her steadily for, now that the main matters of state had been settled, the time was approaching when she would have her specially selected, personal captives brought before her. She was about to give the order to Ryar when her attention was momentarily distracted. One of the slave girls, driven beyond endurance had fainted at her oar. It dragged in the sea, disturbing the smooth rhythm, but the overseer was ready to deal with this by no means unusual incident. Swiftly the girl was unshackled and another, one of several held in reserve, took her place. The unfortunate girl was dragged off out of sight. Unfortunate? Yes… for, although she was no longer seated at her oar, a more deadly ordeal lay ahead. Later, when she had recovered, she would be strung up and mercilessly flogged with the cat o’nine tails reserved for such heinous derelictions of duty! It was, incidentally, by no means unknown for a slave girl to succumb completely after a punishment of such severity. But life – the life of a slave anyway – was cheap in Barbaria.In due time Princess Alexena gave the order for the pace to be reduced and the canopy to be replaced over the hold. There were other matters to be attended to; matters which would brook no distraction. „Ryar,“ she ordered, „have the captives now brought before me.“The dusky skinned Chief Overseer bowed low. „Yes, Highness,“ he said as he turned to do his duty. It was a moment of great anticipatorypleasure for him, just as it was for his Mistress and the members of the Court gathered around her.With manacled and heavy chains at wrists and ankles, six specially selected captives stood before the dais upon which Princess Alexena and her Court took their ease. Four were male, two female – one of the latter being the nineteen year old Flavia, daughter of the chieftain of the recently conquered territory. All of them had been of some rank in that once prosperous small state… and all of them were now humbled by their stark nudity and the servitude emphasised by their chains.The Princess surveyed them with her customary icy disdain, her impassive features hiding the inner pleasure of power she enjoyed. She noted the strained air of bravado on the part of the men and the hardly concealed nervous agitation and shame on the faces of the two young women. At the same time she was satisfied with the choices made, the ripe young beauty of Flavia appealing particularly to her. She would, canlı casino siteleri she decided instantly, add her to her retinue as a personal body slave to join the company of Nerine and Selima and others like them. There would, she reflected with a throbbing sadistic lust which fired her loins, be considerable pleasure in moulding her to the required degree of submission – for she had an air of strong pride and even stronger will, that would make the procedure all the most satisfying.„Does your Highness require any of these slaves for personal use?“ enquired Ryar after an adequate period for visual inspection had been made.„None of the males,“ answered Princess Alexena coolly. „I shall allocate them among members of my Court who make official request of them.“ She pointed to the girl who stood alongside Flavia. „She I donate to Captain Varian as a small token of our thanks to him for his services.“The hard bitten Captain smiled faintly. He was adequately pleased with the award for the girl had caught his eyes on the return voyage. Flavia he would have preferred, though there had been little hope for that since she was obviously the pick of the bunch. „The other I will have for myself,“ she addered, nothing the shudder which ran through the auburn-haired beauty, who was biting her lips furiously though she kept her head high.Ryar inclined his head in acknowledgement of the orders given. Then he turned to the four males. „On your knees before the ruler of Barbaria,“ he bellowed. „Show your respect… and show your thanks that she had spared you a worse fate!“The four well muscled, youtful warriors, a little over awed, a little stunned by their predicament, stood hesitantly. Each wished he felt braver than he did, none wished to be the first to bow the knee. Ryar’s black, tigh-plaited rawhide whip slid like a snake across the deck as his arm and wrist moved slightly. He looked to the Princess who was on the point of nodding her head when one of the four stepped forward. „We warriors of Menos bow the knee to none!“ he cried bravely. „Death would be preferable!“A faint smile flickered over Princess Alexena’s face. „I have no doubt of the latter,“ she remarked. Then she spoke to Ryar directly. „This one will be made a eunuch,“ she pronounced. „Within the hour, but first he will be flogged.“A horrified cry of protest came from the warrior-slave and gasps of dismay from his companions. „No… no… not that!“ he pleaded. Naturally, with all his strength and youth the thought of losing all his virile manhood was quite unendurable. Far worse than death!Instantly, however, he was seized by Ryar’s assistants and flung to the deck; then he was dragged forward and his wrists were fastened to ringbolts set in the front of the dais. More assistants, with whips similar to that carried by Ryar, moved in and stood on each side of the grovelling, sprawling victim. As was customary, since it was a male who was to be punished, they were women. Tall, strong-armed women clad in the briefest black leather garb and the standard high-heeled black leather boots that marked an overseer. Then, from either side, the whips began to fall with cracking venom. Princess Alexena’s eyes glinted, as did many of her courtiers – particularly the women – as the man writhed and jerked in his chains, striving desperately to withstand the torment. For a brief while he did, for he was indeed brave, but courage was not enough to endure for long the cracking lash of the rawhide across back, buttocks and thighs. Across the belly and genitals too, for, in his agony, he threshed back and forth like an eel. Soon he was bellowing hoarsely in pain. Before much longer he was howling for mercy as well. Princess Alexena gave him none… and nor did her expert overseers. It was, indeed, the Princess’s intention to have the man flogged within an inch of his life for displaying such arrogance in her presence! It would make an excellent example… apart from the denouncement to follow later.bloody-red welts striped the wretched creature from neck to calves before he finally became u*********s – and even then the whips continued to fall until the Princess signed for them to cease and for the carcase (for that it nearly was) to be dragged away. There will be no more rebellion from that quarter, she reflected with satisfaction, especially after the knife has been to work as well. She looked icily at the remainding casino şirketleri three male slaves. „Are there any other heroes from Menos?“ she enquired softly.Not surprisingly, there were none. Each in turn, under the instruction of Ryar, crawled grovelling forward on his belly, to be given the privilege of kissing the toes and the heels of the golden boots of her Highness. And it was during this ceremony that one of the courtiers, a middle-aged, hatched faced woman, passed a note by means of one of the slaves to the Princess.It read as follows:`Highness, My Daughter Karena – at six-teen – had just come of age, thus she may be granted a personal male slave, should I so wish. This I do and I would like to present with the young blonde brute who is, at this moment, showing his submission.The Lady Helvetia´Princess Alexena looked down at the husky male grovelling at her feet. For more than one reason he had caught her eye earlier, for he was well made in every sense. She looked up and smiled at Helvetia, who had been of great service to her in the past. Then she reclined her head, she recalled Helvetia’s daughter after a little reflection. A pretty young thing but with a vixenish temperament. That male slave’s back, those slim, well shaped haunches she reflected, would not long remainin their present smooth, unscarred condition.After the last male slave had been removed to one side the two young women were ordered forward, falling to their knees at Ryar’s command. What they had seen done to their warriors had appaled them both and they felt weak with terror. Even so they strove not to show it, particularly Flavia. Perhaps even worse than that feeling of terror was the hideous sense of shame at the dozens of pairs of eyes openly and avidly devouring her nubile nakedness. Blinking back tears, she kept her chin high, though she could not bring herself to look directly upon the woman in whose power she now was. Ryar announced their names, their ages and their previous status… and Princess Alexena studied them at her leisure. Then, at ast, she spoke.„There is a look of much arrogance in this Flavia,“ she said. „She will learn to keep her head bowed and show true humility in my presence, Ryar!“Prncess Alexena signed… and there was no need to give the Chief Overseer further instructions. The phrasing of the Princess’s words were enough. He knew what he and his assistants had to do.Less than fifteen minutes later, Flavia still knelt before the Princess… but now she was weeping hysterically. And her head was indeed bowed. For, from a small ring that now ran through her nose, ran two slim silver chains, these chains being attached to two other small rings which ran through each of her nipples. The chains were taut and she had only to raise her head a fraction to endure searing pain in the tenderest of flesh. All this was done – by means of red-hot piercing needles – right before the Princess Alexena, whilst Flavia, strapped down securely onto the deck, had screamed in terror and torment. „Arrogance I will not abide… that you will soon learn, my slave,“ said the Princess icily. „Now on your hands and knees, you may come forward and kiss my feet.“It gave her even greater pleasure to have Flavia perform the act than it had with the male slaves. For that was Princess Alexena’s temperament. Several days of wearing the contrivance would be most salutary for Flavia, she thought, as she looked down at the rich mass of dark auburn hair which fell to milk-white shoulders. Her eyes travelled down the smoothness of the back to the swelling courve of the hindquarters, courves that seemed even whiter and smoother. Untouched. Virgin to the rod. Soon… oh soon… she would be making them squirm. Sadistic lust and fierce sexual desire welled up whithin Princess Alexena. Oh what infinite delight was there to be had! Why should she wait? Why?„Ryar,“ she said… and even her voice was scarcely controlled. „See that the other girl is presented to Captain Varian, and have this Flavia taken to my apartements immediately we regain port!“„Yes… Highness.“ At once Ryar was signalling to his assistants.Princess Alexena raised her goblet. „To our latest victory,“ she cried. „Long live Barbaria!“„Long lived Barbaria,“ echoed her Court.For them the toast was a heart felt one. With their power and their privileges, it had every reason to be. Others, less fortunate, who heard the shouts ring out and watched as the wine was swilled down, could not be expected to harbour anything but very different emotions. Once again the pace of the oars was increased as the galley ship turned and, with bow wave creaming, swept back towards Nexos.

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