Xena groaned miserably. The thick rubber plug lodged between her teeth muffled her groan. Little more than a quiet whimper escaped her mouth. Even so, it was quite audible in the still quiet of the room. The young woman hung from a large X-cross. Her arms and legs were extended spread-eagle. At the four-corners of the padded wooden cross, leather cuffs were locked around her wrists and ankles, stretching her out, as far as she could go and then some. Other than that, Xena couldn’t tell anything about her prison. A padded leather blindfold was strapped in place over her eyes, leaving her in darkness.
Xena had no idea how long she’d been here, hanging by her wrists from the padded cuffs, feet mere inches off the ground, but her shoulders ached from the strain. Her jaw was sore from the pressure of the large plug-gag wedged in her mouth. For the last half hour or longer, she’d been drooling, unable to do anything about it. She couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten here. Her memory of the last couple of days was fuzzy; she couldn’t tell what had really happened, and what she’d dreamed, in her long sleep. But when she’d woken up, she’d found herself here, hanging from this cross.
The young woman shivered. The room was cold, and all she had on was her panties and a thin tank top. But more than that, Xena trembled with fear. She found herself held captive, chained up, alone, dressed only in her underwear, with no knowledge of how she’d gotten here, or even what has happened in the past few days. She whimpered through her gag. She’d heard about this. Young women who were slipped some kind of drug in their drink, raped, left without any memory of what happened to them. But she hadn’t gone out drinking. Had she? Xena struggled to remember where she’d been, what she’d been doing, but the pieces of her mind refused to come together. Memories remained stubbornly out of reach…
Just then, the young woman heard a door open. Footsteps echoed in the quiet room, the “click-clacking” of heels against the stone floor. She tensed as someone approached her. She grunted in surprise as she felt a hand suddenly touch her, in the artificial darkness of her blindfold. Thin, delicate fingers, with long, manicured nails ran across her bare skin.
“Hold still.” A woman’s voice nearby said. Xena grunted in confusion. A second later, she jerked back in shock as she felt the cold edge of a knife against her bare skin. The woman reached forward and pinched one of Xena’s nipples through the thin fabric of her top. Xena cried out in pain. “Keep still, if you don’t want to get cut.” The woman said, more insistently this time.
Xena struggled to keep from moving as she felt the knife against her skin again. Quickly, the unseen woman cut through the thin cloth of Xena’s top. Within moments, it was cut to shreds. She felt it being pulled off her, the cold air of the room blowing across her bare chest. Her nipples quickly grew hard in the chill space, goose bumps popping up all over her skin.
The unknown woman reached down and did the same with Xena’s panties. Xena felt her cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she was stripped naked. Her cheeks were burning as the other woman began to run her hands across her nude body, squeezing and groping Xena’s small, round breasts. She moaned, softly, as the hands moved lower, one slipping between her legs…
“You have a lovely body…” the woman whispered. “And now it belongs to me.” Her hands disappeared from Xena’s body. A moment later, Xena cried out into her gag, as the first blow of the cane landed on her breasts. She jumped, pulling helplessly against her shackles. “Your training begins now…”