Xena: Mind of the Warrior

"I still don't understand why we're taking this path rather than the main road." Gabrielle grumbled as she stumbled over the rocky ground.

Xena stopped for a second and turned back to her.

"Because this way is more of a surprise. The main road is full of thieves and informants who would blow our cover in seconds. This way we can get through the region without Bazaal finding us."

"You know, Xena, I've never seen you as one to hide from a fight."

"You haven't met Bazaal. He's mad with power and he has enough of it. He gets what he wants no matter what the cost. And he's a genius."

"At what?"

"Almost everything."

Xena mounted the next cleft of the hill and knelt cautiously behind it, surveying the terrain.

"Over this valley is the most dangerous part. We'd best wait until nightfall to attempt it. That means we can set camp for a few hours until dusk.

"Great." Gabrielle heaved her pack to the ground. "I'm going to look for food."

"Don't go far. These woods might be dangerous."

"I'll be careful." Gabrielle smiled as she took her staff and headed into the forest.

She slipped quietly through the undergrowth, looking for animal prints or berries. She kept walking forward but was fruitless in her search.

Suddenly a gleam caught her eye. She moved to touch the surface of the tree where a soft shine emitted. When she tried to pull it away she found her wrist caught in a sticky spider web. She pulled but it refused to break. Trying to get leverage she grabbed another tree a few feet away, but was ensnared in similar web. Gabrielle tugged but the harder she pulled the more the netting seemed to grasp at her until at last she was splayed out, stretched fully between two trees. She decided it was time to call for help.

"Xennnnnnananannnn…!"

Gabrielle's body spasmed as she tried to push out the cry while pain lanced through her body. Numbing energy surged through her nerves and muscles, and she pulled even harder at the relentless web.

"Nnnnnnnnnn." She gritted her teeth, trying to get out the word before her head collapsed on her heaving bosom and she hung between the trees quivering.

---

Xena drank from the spring as she watched Gabrielle out of the corner of her eye. Once the girl had vanished into the wood, she splashed her face with the cool water. It wasn't easy walking in armor on a hot day. She dabbed the cool water on the inside of her armor, letting the icy drops run down her cleavage. She almost felt like removing her armor, but she thought better of it. There could be any sort of dangers around here. She checked their packs and sat down on the ground resting.

"Xennnnnnanannnnnn…!" a muffled cry came from the woods.

Xena was on her feet instantly.

Thwop.

Xena felt her neck and removed a small dart. She looked about the bushes but saw no one. Taking another step she reeled and stumbled to the ground.

"Gabrieeeeeee…" She failed to finish before she was unconscious.

---

Xena was used to waking up in uncomfortable positions. After all, she was a warrior who had spent many nights in forests, swamps, or dungeons. This was one of the most unpleasant awakenings. She was chained tightly to the wall behind her. A collar was at her neck, manacles at her wrists and ankles, and a strap around her waist. All were so tight that she could barely move an inch in any direction. In addition, she was hot. Incredibly hot, and the humidity of the room meant that she was coated with sweat. It dripped off her brow and onto her chest, which was also covered in sweat. And it was not covered by anything else. For that matter, none of her was. Someone had removed all her armor and undergarments and then chained her naked to this wall, in this hot room. She thought she could hear running water somewhere. She only knew of one person who would dare do this to her.

"Bazaal!" she spat as the man entered the room.

"Welcome, Xena. How have you been?"

She didn't reply.

"It was rude to pass by without a visit."

"I'm well aware of your hospitality."

"Well you certainly are now."

"Where's Gabrielle?"

"Elsewhere. Perfectly safe I assure you."

"If you touch her…"

"Oh spare me the overprotective bit. I'm not interested in her right now. I'm interested in you."

"What about me?"

"You're Xena. Warrior Princess. You're going to be the first test subject of my new invention."

"I can't wait."

"You don't have to."

He pulled a lever and the wall beside her opened, revealing a complex array of gadgets and machines. Dials spun and wheels turned. This had been the source of the sound of running water.

"What does all this do?"

"Do, Xena? Why, it does you."

"What?"

From the middle of the machine he pulled a bench out in front of her. On top of the bench were several devices.

"Firstly. This goes here."

He took a band of metal attached to a tube, and tightened it over her forehead, brushing her wet hair out of the way.

"You invented some sort of new torture device?"

"Torture? Goodness no."

From the table he pulled two round cups with tubes attached to the undersides. He wiped the insides of the cups with a liquid and then moved to Xena. She tugged at her bonds but there was no give in them. Bazaal carefully cupped her sweaty bosom, one breast at a time and the cups stayed in place even as Xena tried to wobble them from side to side. The final piece was a finger-length rounded cylinder attached to a tube. He wiped it with the same liquid, and moved it down to her crotch. Xena grimaced as she felt it enter into her body.

"So this is just some sick fantasy of yours, Bazaal. I expected something better."

"Oh it gets better."

He pulled a lever and water began to flow into the machines on the wall. Wheels moved, cogs turned, pumps started pumping and the four tubes started twitching. Xena let out a gasp of shock.

"OOOGGH!"

She tugged at her bonds as she felt the power surging through her. It entered through her head and genitals and was sucked out through her breasts. Because of the pumping system, it pulsed at her body rhythmically and she felt the energy move in a wave through her. The effect on the immediate area was the greatest. Her temples started pounding and it was getting harder to think. Her genitals were suffering similar sensations, being manipulated into arousal despite her wishes to deny it. Her breasts were beginning to swell almost immediately, the pumps sucking the nipples into tight peaks inside the cups.

"Aaah…Aaah…Aaah." Xena shuddered each time the machine pulsed at her.

Bazaal pulled another lever.

"Aaah. Aaah. Aaah. Aaah."

The pumping quickened as Xena's face contorted with exhausted concentration. Sweat ran in rivulets from her body, dripping to the floor. She was trying to fight the urges her body was suffering, but the machines were relentless at pleasuring her.

It felt good.

She hated to admit it, but it did, and that made it even worse.

"Surrender Xena!" he commanded, pulling a third lever.

"NGGaahaaahahaahaah!" Xena moaned and shuddered as the machine pulsed into her. It bombarded her with pleasure, never slowing or stopping.

Energy drove into her with amazing power. Her breasts were larger and more sensitive than they had ever been in her life, the cups sucking them with pumping power. The probe inside her expanded and shrunk, rubbing her as it emitted its irresistible massage. Xena knew what was coming, she could feel it despite the revulsion in her mind. She was going to have an orgasm. She felt it building inside her, somehow the machine was making it charge within her body. She felt it getting stronger and stronger, but somehow the machine was holding it back, not allowing her release.

Her breasts bounced as she flailed as much as her bonds would allow. Inside the cups, her swollen nipples were as hard as they possibly could be, the surrounding skin prickled with pleasure. The pounding on her temples was almost unbearable, the slightest thought ripping through her. It was as if her mind was being compacted inwards. The probe between her legs was vibrating madly, and metal rollers spinning inside her. She heaved and panted as the machines pumped her relentlessly until finally…

"UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"

Xena's climax erupted with a massive shudder driving through her sweaty body. The build up had taken so long, that the orgasm almost knocked Xena unconscious. Her body twitched and tugged at the bonds as she spasmed with the wild release coursing through her.

Bazaal pushed the levers back, and the machines stopped, leaving Xena hanging from the wall as her orgasm receded. Sweat was still pouring off her and she was breathing heavily, her cupped breasts shaking.

"How did you find that, Xena?"

"Huuh…huuh… Is that all…you can do?" She tried to keep a brave face.

"Not at all." He pulled the first lever again and the machine began strumming to life anew.

"AAAAGGH!" Xena screamed as her tender genitals were again masturbated. Already she could tell that there was another orgasm coming.

"Not at all."

---

Gabrielle knew that something was wrong as soon as she woke up. If all was well, then she would have been able to move. She couldn't. In fact she couldn't even stand. She was on her knees, tilted forward so that her elbows touched the ground. Her calves were clamped to the ground, as were her forearms, and she couldn't get enough leverage to move any way, except arching her back, which did not help anything. Her hair had been tied back so that it didn't dangle down. Her breasts had not. She had been stripped of all clothing during her unconsciousness, and her firm bosom hung towards the floor. What's more, she was soaked. She seemed to be placed over a steam vent so that she was dripping in sweat and water, as well as suffering from the uncomfortable heat.

She had called out but no one had answered. Until now

"Ah, Gabrielle, how are you?"

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"Everybody has heard of you Gabrielle. And I am Bazaal."

"The one Xena was trying to avoid."

"Foolishly too. As you can see, I have you here now, don't I?"

"What do you want?"

"Oh, Gabrielle don't be so naive. Here you are tied down and naked, and you ask me what I want?"

"W-What have you done with Xena?"

"Oh I'm sure she'll be coming shortly." he chuckled. "But you're here now."

"So what?"

"Do you know what this is Gabrielle?" He pulled out an ornate crown.

"No."

"It's a Master Crown of Tarok. What about this?" The second crown was a dull metal.

She didn't answer.

"It's a Slave Crown of Tarok."

He placed the dull metal crown over her head tightly. She tried to thrash about but there was no give to her bonds.

"The wearer of the Master Crown can control the thoughts of the person wearing the Slave Crown."

He slipped the Master Crown over his head. "Can you feel that?"

"No."

"Of course not. The slave has to be weakened first."

He moved to a panel on the wall.

"And how do you intend to…nnnnnnnnnAAAAGHHH."

Energy rushed through the grill beneath Gabrielle and through her body, which stiffened at the shock. Her arms and legs tried to pull away but her manacles were much too firm to let her break away. Her wet skin only served to make the energies even more potent as they danced over her flesh. Gabrielle realized that what she had initially mistaken for pain was in fact pleasure. Her body wasn't quivering in agony, it was quivering in joy. She felt herself get even hotter, her breasts her nipples swelling and stiffening into peaks. She felt the wetness between her legs and knew that somehow this system was pleasuring her. It was invading her, even as she tried to block it.

Inside herself, she felt another something, something else invading her. She opened her eyes to see Bazaal, concentrating on her. She knew that the crown was trying to break into her mind, to brainwash her, but she was ready to resist it. She pushed it out with a shove but slowly it crept back in. The pleasure was escalating by the second, and it was getting harder to concentrate.

"Don't resist, Gabrielle."

"NNNnnnGNNnn," she replied as she gritted her teeth and strained.

She felt the pleasure pulse through her in warm waves. Warm and soothing waves which relaxed her even as she tried to fight.

"Relax. Feel your groin."

Gabrielle was forced to think of her womanhood, which were being pleasured from the inside out. All through her sensitive areas, warm energy was flowing and arousing her.

"Nonoonnnnn."

"Relax. Feel your breasts."

Drooping down made them look bigger, but Gabrielle knew they were swollen with stimulation as well, her nipples were hard and pointing down, jiggling about as she pulled frantically at her bonds.

She felt her control slowly slipping away as the gentle presence of Bazaal pushed into her pleasure wracked body.

Then she felt hands, and opened her eyes to see Bazaal crouched before her and reaching beneath to cup her breasts. He was squeezing them to enhance the effect of the energy. It was working too, Gabrielle could barely think as his palms groped her flesh. His face was inches from hers, his eyes boring into her.

"Cum Gabrielle." he commanded softly. "Cum."

"NNnnnnnn."

"CUM!"

"NNNAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

Gabrielle felt the blooming orgasm flow over her body, and could barely detect the mind of Bazaal as he clamped down on her will. Sweat dripping from her body, and her hips quivering, Gabrielle gasped as he pushed into her mind. She was unable to block him out as the orgasm took away her strength.

Bazaal kept his hands on her quivering breasts as he gently squeezed them. He continued talking in a soothing voice, as Gabrielle stared blankly back at him.

---

"Gabrielle. Wake up."

Gabrielle moaned and turned over on the ground.

"Xena? What's going on? I remember these trees in the forest and… Where are our clothes!"

She shot to her feet and looked over her naked body. Xena too was nude.

"I don't know Gabrielle. We've been captured by Bazaal. Did he do anything to you?"

"No. The last thing I remember was being in the forest. I tried to call for help."

She looked around the walls of the room. There were no windows and only a massive metal door. Otherwise, there was a large rug, but little else.

"How long have I been here?"

"About fifteen minutes. You were lying there when I came to."

"Have you talked to him?"

"Yes."

"And what is he doing?"

"Nothing really." Xena lied.

She couldn't tell Gabrielle about what had happened. She didn't want to scare the girl, but she was also too ashamed. Bazaal had made her orgasm over and over, tormenting her with the machine. Even after numerous orgasms, it had been able to continue stimulating her. Bazaal had taken great pride in the highest setting, which had made Xena orgasm every fifteen seconds. Once she had blacked out, but he used the machine to bring her back and then made sure she didn't fall back to unconsciousness. Xena had never suffered such astounding pleasure, but it was torture nevertheless. Finally, Bazaal had finished the session, charging her with energy for ten minutes, then releasing a massive orgasm that knocked her out again. Then she had awoken here. Her body showed no signs of the torture. Her breasts were not bruised, and her genitals weren't at all tender. Somehow it hadn't damaged her in the slightest. She shuddered to think what Bazaal would do to Gabrielle if he strapped her to the machine.

"Well then, I guess we just wait…Xena! The ceiling!"

Xena looked up to a metal grate that was descending towards them. It meant that they would be crushed. Gabrielle ducked down, looking for a way to stop it. Xena stood, and pushed up and gripped it, trying to stop it.

"GGGAAAAHHHHHH!" Xena screamed as energy lanced through her.

She tried to let go of the grate, but her hands were paralyzed and clenched it.

"NNNgggnnngggaahhh!" She gritted her teeth

Then the energy stopped and Xena's hands released the grate. She fell to the floor in a naked heap.

Gabrielle watched as the grill rose up again slowly and the door opened. Bazaal entered and Gabrielle rushed at him.

"Stop!" he commanded.

Gabrielle skidded to a halt.

"Obey!"

"NNNgggrr." Gabrielle stood still and strained as Bazaal pushed into her mind.

"Gabrielle," he said, gently slipping behind her. Then his hands reached around and cupped her breasts. "Obey!"

"OH Oh ooobey…"

Bazaal turned her about to the fallen Xena, strumming her nipples slightly.

"I want you to lift up Xena and manacle her to the grill." Bazaal's hands left Gabrielle.

"Y-yes master."

Gabrielle bent and lifted Xena up, supporting her body weight, Gabrielle clamped one of Xena's wrists into a hanging manacle and then the other. She slowly released Xena and let her hang limp.

"I want you to grab her breasts and play with them."

"Nnn…nnnoooo!"

"DO IT!"

Gabrielle moved in front of Xena and extended her palms over Xena's breasts, gripping them firmly and beginning to knead and tug them.

"Are her nipples getting hard?"

"Yes master. Her nipples are swelling."

"Excellent. The machine has left it's imprint on her body. Any stimulation will make her body think it's going to be worked over. Reach down and finger her, will you."

"NO!"

Bazaal walked over to Gabrielle and slid his hand over hers. He pulled out two fingers and gently guided them down to Xena's groin. He rubbed it back and forth, before letting go, leaving Gabrielle to work at her.

"Nngh." Xena groaned and her head rolled to the side.

Bazaal pushed a button on his belt buckle.

"NNNNNNNGGH!" Xena shook before hanging limp and still again, as she was driven back into unconsciousness.

"I want you to fuck Xena."

"Yes master."

Gabrielle began to rub Xena's pussy until she worked a finger inside. Xena's body reacted to it and her breathing quickened and her chest started heaving.

Bazaal took Gabrielle's free hand and moved it to cup Xena's breast. Reluctantly she began kneading it again.

"When she reaches orgasm, you will too."

Bazaal moved close behind Gabrielle. He reach around and cupped her breast with one hand, and his other reached around between her legs. His fingers began to masturbate Gabrielle.

Everything Gabrielle did to Xena was being felt by her. Her body pulsed with waves of pleasure, over and over, and Xena quivered and hung helpless and unconscious.

Even inert as she was, Xena started to breathe heavily as her orgasm neared. Finally, Xena's hips bucked and quivered in unconscious release.

"Raaaaahhh!" Gabrielle fell back into Bazaal's arms as an orgasm rippled through her.

"Excellent Gabrielle. Fall asleep and forget all of this." He lowered her to lay on the ground.

Unable to resist his control Gabrielle did fall asleep.

Bazaal looked at the unconscious Xena, hanging from the manacles, with sweat dripping off her.

"I will break you." He smiled, running a finger between her sweaty cleavage.

---

Xena lay back in the bathtub. Its warm water gently relaxed her tired body. But Xena didn't want to relax. She wanted to leap out of the bath and escape. But her body was refusing to obey her commands, laying back in the tub without moving. She could still breathe, but her body was not under her control, and there was no way she could move. Her head was resting on the edge of the tub, so she wasn't at all uncomfortable. In fact she was all too comfortable, almost feeling like closing her eyes and going to sleep. She concluded that the water had been treated, and that she was being drugged. But there was nothing she could do to fight it.

Likewise, in the next chamber, Gabrielle was trying to move as well. She too was in a warm bath, her soothed body immobile. She lay back helplessly and looked up at the ceiling of the room.

Bazaal entered.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gabrielle asked.

Bazaal smiled. He had been able to selectively screen Gabrielle's memory so that she knew only what he wanted. She had no idea she had been brainwashed, or that she had masturbated Xena. To her, she too had been knocked out by the grate and awakened here. Bazaal knew that his control was not strong enough yet, but as the treatments continued Gabrielle would become more and more willing to help him.

"How is the bath, Gabrielle?" he asked as her walked beside her, staring down at her nude form in the water.

She shuddered at his look and refused to answer.

"I know it must feel good." He sat on a bench behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "Relax, Gabrielle. Relax." He rubbed his fingers into her shoulders, kneading her muscles.

Gabrielle felt herself relaxing slightly, despite her rational thought not to.

"Relax. Doesn't that feel good?"

"Sort of." She admitted. "Where's Xena?"

"Forget Xena. She's fine. Relax. Forget Xena. Relax."

"Xena's fine…" Gabrielle repeated, suddenly feeling light-headed.

"I've brainwashed you Gabrielle."

"You have?"

"Yes. You must obey me."

"No. You're lying." She became defensive.

"Relax." He kneaded her shoulders, then moved his hands down her chest and gently cupped her breasts.

"Relax," she whispered.

"I control you Gabrielle."

"You do?"

"Yes. Can you feel my hands?"

"They're…rubbing my tits."

"Do you like this?"

"Yes."

He lifted one hand, while keeping the other on her breast, and moved to the side of the tub. His free hand moved through the water to her crotch, and his fingers gently stroked her.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes!" she admitted.

"Enjoy it, Gabrielle." He began to rub her harder, and slipped a finger inside her.

"Enjoy!" she smiled and rested her head back.

Bazaal masturbated her. One hand continued to play with her nipple and his other hand palmed her clitoris as a finger curled inside her. He slowly stimulated her more and more, making her admit that she enjoyed it.

Finally, and orgasm washed over her and she shuddered in the water. Bazaal stroked her several more times during her orgasm, each powerfully sensitive to her. As she was distracted by her climax, he probed her mind, finding weaknesses and strengths to be broken.

"Gabrielle."

"Yes." she panted.

"Once I leave this room you will forget what has happened. I never entered this room."

His hands slipped out of the water, and then he slipped out the door.

"But what…?" Gabrielle stopped talking.

She wondered why all of a sudden she felt so good. She looked up at the ceiling as she recovered, with her memory erased.

---

Xena scowled as Bazaal walked into the bath chamber. She tried to move but her body was powerless.

"What are you playing at Bazaal?" she growled.

"Playing? I'm playing Fuck the Warrior Princess. I will, you know. And given time, you will love me."

"I will never love you."

"Well, you'll at least make love to me. Even if I have to brainwash you to do it. That would be a shame though. I like your spirit."

"You can go to hell."

"So can you Xena."

Bazaal walked to the side of the bath and twisted a dial on his belt buckle.

"What are you dooooaAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

Xena screamed as pain lanced through her body. She wanted to thrash and toss off the pain, but her body was perfectly motionless. Abruptly the pain stopped. Xena panted as she focused her thoughts.

"Alternatively, Xena, you could go to heaven." He turned another dial on his buckle.

Xena gasped, as unimaginable pleasure flowed through her, not like the machine, but relaxing pleasure, absolute joy, physical and spiritual. Then it stopped.

"Now Xena. The choice is yours."

"You're mad!"

"Maybe. But I'm not in the bath. Now repeat after me, 'Xena has big tits'."

"You can NNNNAAAAAAGGGGH!"

"Say it, Xena."

"If…you thNOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Say it."

"Y-you…you nnnnngggrrraaaaaAAAAH!"

"Say it."

"Z…z…Xena has…b-big tits…Ooohhhhhhh."

Pleasure wafted through her tormented body.

"Say it again."

"Xena... has big tits…Ooooohhh."

"Say, 'My nipples are stiff'."

"M-my... n-nipples are stiff…Ooooohhh."

"Say, 'I want to be fucked'."

"I... want... to be fucked…Ooooohhh."

"Say, 'You will fuck me'."

"I-I... will…never fuck you... NNNNAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!"

"Let's start again shall we. Say, 'Xena has big tits'."

Xena screamed even before he started to punish her.

---

Strapped to a bed, Xena was as close to tears as she had been in her entire life. She had given in to him in the end. Said that she wanted to make love to him, repeated explicit words and comments. She had tried to fight, but it had done no good. She thought it was better to make him hear what he wanted. Now she felt sick. After her final words, he had induced a massive pleasure wave, which she was lost in until she awoke in the cell.

She was on a bunk bed, splayed out and strapped to each bedpost. That alone would have been bad. What was worse was that, above her, Gabrielle was strapped in a similar position, facing down toward her. Currently she was unconscious but she was breathing lightly. Her hair had been bundled up in some sort of tight cap but her breasts still drooped down, only several inches away from Xena's own. Her own head was in a similar cap, pressing tightly.

Gabrielle's eyes snapped open.

"Xena! What's going on? Why are we like this?"

"I don't know, Gabrielle."

"I do!" Bazaal's voice came from nowhere. "Don't worry Xena, neither of you will remember this little test."

"You're going to pay for this!" Xena screamed as she tugged at her bonds.

Suddenly she noticed that Gabrielle was getting closer. It only took a few seconds before their two bodies were pressed down together, Gabrielle's breasts mashed into Xena's, their faces almost touching. Xena locked into the fear-stricken eyes of her friend.

"Don't worry, Gabrielle." She whispered.

Xena heard a buzzing and saw Gabrielle's head vibrate slightly.

Gabrielle's face spasmed as she tried to resist what was forcing its way into her mind. Her whole body quivered as she fought, but finally gave way.

"I'm not scared Xena." Gabrielle smiled, her fear gone. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you!"

"What the…? Bazaal, what have you done to heeeeeeaaaaahhhhh…"

Xena was stopped as energy flowed from Gabrielle into her body. It was raw pleasure, like the machine, powering through her. Quickly she felt Gabrielle's nipples harden against her breasts and she felt her own swelling up to meet them. Gabrielle's mound pressed against Xena's, their clits teasing each other.

She tried to pull away but Gabrielle kissed her several times.

Gabrielle briefly stopped the kiss to exclaim, "Enjoy it, Xena! I can feel your nipples are hard!"

"Yes, Xena." Bazaal called. "Enjoy!"

Xena felt a vibrating and a pulsing in her temples. The cap. It had brainwashed Gabrielle and now it was trying to corrupt her.

Xena meant to scream, but instead kissed Gabrielle's mouth. The energy flow increased, and their tongues twirled together.

Almost immediately they rose to simultaneous orgasm. Still they kept going at each other, lost to the power of the machines working their minds.

Bazaal watched as the couple kissed passionately and ground their bodies together, the caps draining their will to resist. After four orgasms, Bazaal stopped the process.

Gabrielle fainted, head drooping as she was lifted off Xena, sweat still dripping down on Xena, who was panting.

"Why?" she hissed.

"Just a test, Xena. Don't worry. You won't remember."

"Like hell I won't. You nnnnnnnnnnn…"

She gritted her teeth as the cap constricted her mind again.

"Forget, Xena."

"Nnnnnnn on onnn nnooo." She struggled to keep the memory of this torture.

"Forget!"

"F-f-forget!" she succumbed to the pressure and fell into a trance.

Above her Gabrielle's mind was being cleansed too. It would be as if none of this ever happened. At least to them.

---

Xena awoke in a small cell, her last memory that of the bath treatment. She was standing upright. Her ankles had been manacled to the wall behind her and her arms stretched out above her head into similar manacles. About her waist a leather girdle circled tightly, also chained to the wall. As expected, she was nude and dripping with sweat from the hot and humid room. Xena tugged at her bonds, testing for break points, but they refused to budge. She was just as much a prisoner as before.

Bazaal was smiling as he entered the room. "What? Nothing to say Xena? No resistance or spiteful comment?"

"You aren't worth the breath."

"Ah, there we are."

"What now Bazaal? More torture?"

"I suppose you might call it that." He reached for her head.

Xena twisted her head violently, almost biting his hand.

"I see we're going to have to calm you down."

From his pocket he pulled a small box with two prongs.

"What do you think your going to do with NNRRRaaagggghhhnnnnnn…"

Xena went into spasms as Bazaal pushed the prongs to her sweaty skin. They crackled with energy that ran through her body, sapping her strength. She collapsed as he pulled the device from her. She was aware of what he was doing, but her body refused to try to stop him.

He placed a tight band around her head. One strap covered her forehead and the other went below her jaw. Between the two straps were two cups that covered over Xena's ears tightly. Once they were in place, Bazaal pulled out another set of devices to attach. Cool metal fingers hooked Xena's eyelids and pulled them open attaching to the tops of the bands. They were precise and no matter what she tried, they would remain open. Her breasts were a perfect shape for the next devices, a band of metal that circled them. They seemed to tighten each breast and push her nipples out further. Here, Bazaal connected a small sucker to each tip. He finally connected a device to her groin, held by a strap about her hips and a strap around each thigh.

By the time he had placed everything, Xena was recovering and trying to break free.

"Shall we begin, Xena?"

She simply growled at him.

"Why should this work any better than the ooooaaaaaaoooooo…"

Unlike his first machine, the pleasure this gave her was far subtler. Her breasts were being teased rather than tormented, nipples lightly stimulated. Likewise her clitoris was being feathered, not hammered. The cups over her ears began emitting soothing hums that bored into her mind. Worst of all, was the tiny devices that were emitting beams of light straight into Xena's eyes. Her vision was filled with soothing, hypnotic whirls. She knew how to resist hypnotism, but because of the physical pleasure she was experiencing, in she was unable to block out the light and sound. Every time she tried to focus on her body, the lights broke into her mind. If she tried to resist the hypnotism, her body became increasingly aroused.

"Xena has big tits." A voice gently called. It was her voice.

Xena groaned softly as the intensity of the whirls increased along with the sounds. Her breasts became more erect and the clitoral stimulator brushed faster.

"My nipples are stiff," the voice said to Xena.

"My nipples are stiff." Xena mouthed softly.

Bazaal smiled and turned the level up higher. Xena let out a feebly moan of resistance and then returned to her words.

"I am being masturbated and I enjoy it," she said mindlessly.

And she was.

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Gabrielle stood in the center of the cell. Her arms were raised up, wrists clamped above her head. Likewise her feet were secured in tight boots stuck to the floor. She could remember so little of the time that had passed. Mostly she must have been drugged. Sweat dripped over her naked body, heated by the air vents bringing steam into the room. She had awoken in this position hours ago, and as yet she had seen no one.

That changed when Bazaal walked into the room.

"What do you want?" Gabrielle yelled, thrashing her bonds uselessly.

"Ah, my dear," he smiled, "You have no concept of what I want. Do you recognize this?"

"No." She looked at the metal circlet he held in his hand.

"It is a Slave Crown of Tarok. He slipped it over her head, despite her attempt to pivot. He then slipped the Master Crown over his head.

"I have been using these crowns for the last six days, Gabrielle."

"What for?" She failed to disguise her fear.

"Don't you feel it?"

"No… I…NO!"

"Don't fight it, Gabrielle, you can't. You must obey me. I command you not to resist me."

"NNNGOOO!" She gritted her teeth, face contorted in pain.

"You've had too many treatments to fight, Gabrielle. I'm too strong inside you."

"NO! I…will…not…submit," she growled.

Calmly, Bazaal stretched out a pointing finger toward her left nipple.

"Tit!" he said, poking it as if it were a button.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Gabrielle howled as pleasure bored through her.

Bazaal smiled as Gabrielle's body followed his implanted commands.

"Tit. Tit!" He pressed her right nipple.

"WAWAAAAOOOHH!" Even more pleasure buffeted her.

Bazaal saw her nipples becoming engorged, swelling from stimulation.

"You see, Gabrielle. I control you. Every time we do this I control you a little more."

"I will not aaaahhhhhhhh!"

Bazaal sent a blast of willpower over her.

"I'm afraid it's inevitable, Gabrielle. You cannot resist me."

"I will not nnnnnngggnaaa!"

Another blast.

"You can't. Naaaooooo!"

Each word became harder and harder for her to say. She felt herself giving in to the willpower of her captor; her mind betraying her as was her body. She knew, as Bazaal did, that this would be the final treatment. If she succumbed now then there was no end to his control. But she was weakening, doubt invading her mind like his presence. Her sweat soaked body writhed in pleasure and pain. Bazaal cupped her breasts, steadying her as he massaged them.

"You will surrender, Gabrielle. You like this, don't you .You want this? Submit to me. You want to submit."

"N…nnnooaaaah!"

He strummed her taught nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them.

"You want this don't you?"

"I…will…Ahahhhhhhh!"

He kneaded her breasts more firmly.

Gabrielle's eyes started to roll up, losing themselves in the pleasure. Unwillingly a small smile stretched over her face.

"You want this don't you?"

"YESSSSSS!" she hissed in delirious pleasure.

"ORGASM!" he commanded, feeling her body respond under his hands. "Orgasm again!"

Gabrielle howled in raw animal pleasure as her mind was washed away in a flood of constant sexual release.

When Bazaal finally released his hands from her sweaty, dripping breasts, to leave her to hang, panting and moaning, he knew it was done.

Gabrielle belonged to him.

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Xena opened her eyes groggily. She felt exhausted but couldn't think of a reason. Her memory of the last few days was very hazy. Obviously Bazaal had been doing something with her mind but she couldn't remember. She was kneeling on the floor of a small cell. Her legs had been clamped to the floor tightly but her arms were free. Oddly, just behind her there were strong hand manacles, open and ready for use. She, however, had not been put in them.

Bazaal entered the room in his usual arrogant fashion.

"One of these day's I'll kill you, Bazaal," she growled, tugging at her leg restraints and stretching out her arms.

Bazaal stayed carefully away from them. "Ah Xena. You're such a strong woman. It's not surprising, really, that I've been so unsuccessful."

"In what?" Xena asked angrily.

"In brainwashing you. I've been working you over all week."

Xena's eyes flared with shame and anger. Obviously that was why she couldn't remember anything.

"Oh you submit readily enough to repeated hypnotic and physical controls. But your mind is just too strong to hold you in. Even with my strongest settings, I've only been able to put you into a submissive trance for about a minute."

"So have you given up yet?"

"Not at all. In fact I've solved the problem."

He sat down on the floor carefully, just out of Xena's reach.

Bazaal pulled the two crowns from his robe.

"Xena, you will trance now!"

Instantly, Xena's face went blank.

"Yes master. I obey," she said flatly.

Bazaal handed her the Slave Crown.

"Place this on your head and lock your arms."

She did so quickly, wearing the crown and then fixing her own arms in the bonds so that escape was impossible.

Bazaal already wore the Master Crown. "Do you feel me in your mind, Xena?"

"Yes master."

"Let me in, Xena. I command you to let me in. I command you. It feels so good to let me in. You will not resist Xena, you will not resist."

The entranced Xena obeyed willingly, letting Bazaal slip his will over hers, entwining her defenseless mind. Bazaal worked quickly. He knew that Xena would break the trance soon and when she did, his mind had to be firmly dominant in hers.

"Don't resist Xena. Let me inside."

"Yes…yes…y… n-no NO!"

Suddenly Xena began to howl and tug furiously at her bonds. Bazaal felt her will flare up, but he was prepared. His mind was already within hers. Xena could feel him in her will, instantly erecting barriers. But as Bazaal had planned, barriers were too late. He was already behind every one of her walls, already knew every one of her weapons. Entwining her, he squeezed down on her mind.

Xena screamed, her body quivering in resistance as he violated her. Bazaal bent her back slowly, knowing that she was letting her guard down to try and fool him. Once he let his own guard down, she would press back. He was prepared.

"Xena, trance!"

Instantly, her body stopped shaking. She knelt motionless, hanging forward with her arms stretched behind her. Sweat dripped from her chin and nipples. Instantly the resistance stopped. At the height of her power, Bazaal had reverted her to the trance.

This time he roamed unhindered through her mind, seizing every defense she had used. When she came out of the trance she screamed in indignation as the last of her defenses crumbled. Bazaal drove into her mind with raw pleasure, her body quivering and shaking in ecstasy.

Softly Bazaal drew out of her mind, knowing that the sweat slick, muscled woman in front of him would never resist him again. Her mouth hung open in rapture, her mind lost in the joy of servitude to her master.

Xena belonged to him.

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The last anyone heard of the legendary Xena and Gabrielle, they had set off north from a coastal town. They never showed up at their destination. Eventually other heroes and heroines rose to the task of defending the world.

Only one man really knew the truth. One very powerful, very cunning and very happy man.

THE END

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