Within- Chapter 13

There was a sound then from behind them. It sounded to Xena like a door being closed, and she was wondering if someone else was going to join them.

 

 

 

No one did, but the sound of the door apparently spurred her two tormentor’s to further action. “Let’s get on with it,” Alti growled.

 

“With pleasure…”

 

“Let’s see the rest of her.”

 

 

 

Despite her protests and extreme wiggling, Callisto hooked her fingers in the waistband of Xena’s breeches, and the knife was slipped under it.

 

In seconds, Xena had been divested of the rest of her clothing The fact that she was bent over the table would offer her a little protection, at least for now.

 

 

 

That didn’t keep Alti and Callisto from clucking their tongues and taking in long eyefuls of the sculpted female buttocks before them.

 

“Oh yeah,” Alti said finally. “Do it, Callisto…bring some decoration to that gorgeous sight…”

 

Xena knew what those ominous words had to mean, and tried to brace herself in preparation.

 

 

 

Gods be damned! The first lash came down across her ass, making her hiss out against the pain. Xena tried to be better prepared for the next lash, but it came just as hard, and was just as painful.

 

Callisto was slender in build, but Xena had somehow forgotten the psycho blonde had the strength of a god until now. Now there was no doubting that fact.

 

 

 

Behind her, Xena could hear Callisto grunting with the effort of each lash. She could hear the sounds of the woman’s joyful giggles, as well as Alti’s purr after each stroke.

 

The blows continued to fall, and Callisto skillfully varied the pattern which she struck, making it more difficult for Xena to prepare to accept them.

 

 

 

“Ungh!”

 

This time the whip had landed across her back, and the tip had snaked around to catch one of Xena’s nipples. The pain was excruciating, and Xena grunted despite her best effort not to.

 

 

 

“Ooo…that HAD to hurt,” Callisto winced, then gave her maniacal laugh. Xena wasn’t at all surprised when her other nipple burst into flames after the next stripe of the whip. She strained her neck to see trickles of blood slowly rolling down from each nipple. The sensitive flesh had split.

 

“All right,” Alti growled, after a couple more lashes had splattered the blood across Xena’s chest and stomach. “We need to finish up.”

 

“So soon?” Callisto pouted before swinging again.

 

 

 

She really made her last few blows count, making sure she caught Xena on particularly tender expanses of flesh. She succeeded in drawing blood again on Xena’s lower back right in the spot where Xena’s flesh dimpled above the cleft of her ass. Yet another blow landed on the inside of her right thigh. Xena could feel the liquid oozing itself down the length of her body, but the open wounds didn’t hurt any worse than the rest of her back and ass. Her whole body felt on fire, and even the slightest movement on Xena’s part resulted in lances of pain shooting through her body.

 

 

 

“How are you feeling, Whore?” Alit asked, pausing to lightly run her fingers over the fiery red, welted areas of Xena’s body.

 

Xena gritted her teeth at the pain; but didn’t respond. She kept her head down, focusing on breathing in and out and not succumbing to the darkness that was threatening to consume her.

 

“You need to learn to answer when I ask you a question…”

 

The statement was said in such a low understated voice, that Xena didn’t really even hear it the first time. Alti got her attention though, when her spread hand suddenly came down hard on the reddest part of Xena’s backside.

 

“Oh fuck!” The words came out in a terse whisper, but the very fact that they came out at all surprised Alti and Callisto. Xena suddenly found she head tears in her eyes from the terrible pain.

 

Alti didn’t seem to care. “Y’got that, Whore?”

 

Realizing she didn’t have a clue and Alti would keep hurting her till she did, Xena gasped, “What was the question?”

 

“She wasn’t paying attention,” Alti spoke to Callisto as if Xena wasn’t there. “What do you think she’s thinking about?”

 

“Hmmm…” Callisto tapped a finger at her forehead as though she were in deep thought. “Maybe…just maybe…she’s thinking about how wet her cunt got while I was whipping the shit out of her.”

 

“Y’ think?” Alti asked. She lifted Xena’s head by her hair, and grinned mockingly. “Did Callisto tanning your hide get you wet?” she asked.

 

A good whipping always got Xena wet, whether she was on the giving or receiving end, and whether it was a light spanking or a severe skin flaying. She couldn’t help but be aroused by the sounds of a hand or leather colliding with flesh, the sight or sensation of a squirming captive, the amazing sounds a whip made as it cracked through the air.

 

 

 

And this time was no exception. Xena had felt the heat and tingle of her blood rushing to her groin, initially from the moment she realized Callisto would be whipping her. Each time the leather had seared her flesh, she had felt an answering throb in her clit, and the growing awareness of lubrications liberally slipping from her.

 

But now that the whipping was over and the stimulation didn’t continue, she could already feel herself calming down a little.

 

 

 

Xena knew however she answered Alit, it would be the wrong response. But she had to answer Alti, or risk her hand slapping down on her again. She really didn’t want to get through that if she could possibly avoid it.

 

Out of the corner of her yes, she saw Alti’s hand start to raise. “Yes…a little…” she finally answered.

 

Alti’s hand hovered for a minute. “A little?” she echoed.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I thought as much,” Alti nodded, before her hand slammed into Xena’s raw flesh again.

 

Xena’s eyes rolled back in her head in agony, but this time, she managed not to make a sound. Her mouth filled with blood though as she bit her inner cheek to keep from doing so.

 

The sound of the closing door occurred again, and, for some reason, Alti backed away.

 

 

 

The relief was short-lived though. Xena fought back a shudder, as she saw what Callisto was holding.

 

“This is to make sure you stay a little wet,” the blonde said. “Open wide…”

 

She wasn’t talking about Xena’s mouth. Xena’s thighs were already held apart by the shackles around her ankles and she clenched her thighs in an effort to press them together, but couldn’t stop the intrusion.

 

Callisto twisted the phallus that was at least three inches across as it slid into the depths of Xena’s body. It was wide, but certainly not the biggest thing she’d ever taken.

 

But not only was the phallus wide, it was very long as well, and Callisto really had to root it around to get it to continue to make progress up into Xena’s body. What started out as a feeling of fullness soon became discomfort as Xena felt the head of the shaft pressing into the opening of her womb.

 

 

 

Finally, Callisto realized it could go inside her captive no deeper. She nodded in approval. “You took nearly three quarters of it,” she said. “Very impressive.”

 

 

 

Then, the massive object inside Xena’s body began to grow even more massive. Xena’s eyes grew wider just as the object inside her swelled. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening and strained her neck in an effort to try to turn her head and see what was causing the object to grow.

 

She couldn’t see, however.

 

 

 

 

The phallus inflated, filling ever last inch of Xena’s inner pussy, leaving her feeling fuller than she had ever felt before. Every breath she took caused her inner walls to close in even tighter against the strange material. It didn’t hurt, but it did serve to make her unbelievably uncomfortable.

 

 

Just as she had even for the last few days, even in this dream world, she would be prevented from truly resting.

 

 

 

“How does that feel, Xena?” Alti asked, bending over again, and slipping an arm around Xena’s shoulders.

 

Xena clenched her teeth, but said nothing.

 

 

 

The sounds of Alti and Callisto’s laughter filtered through the air, long after they had actually disappeared from earshot.

 

 

 

Gabrielle sat at the table in the corner of the room, trying to write, but finding it very difficult to concentrate.

 

Her eyes were much more focused on Xena’s still form than the parchment in front of her. She had ordered a light lunch be brought to the room, but had only picked at it, and now it lay beside her, covered by a cloth napkin in case she grew hungry later, or better yet, in hopes that Xena would wake up and be hungry.

 

 

 

The morning passed slowly and crept toward afternoon, and still, there was no movement from Xena. At some point, her mouth had opened and now she was breathing evenly through it, but than was the only change. It was eerie really.

 

 

 

The afternoon stretched on interminably with Xena sleeping and Gabrielle worrying. The bard was startled when there was a knock on the door, and a vaguely familiar voice called out, “Gabrielle?”

 

It took a second to rouse herself, but Gabrielle soon realized who it was.

 

“Dinah!” she said, relieved as she opened the door. “Come in, Please.”