Trojan Whores (18 page)

Soldiers came
forward and stood in front of them. They lifted the women's heads
and forced their cocks into their mouths. The soldiers with the
canes started thrashing again, making the women lurch forward
against the cocks in their mouths.

Eva wanted
desperately to walk out into the square. She could hardly hold
herself back. She watched one of the women falling sideways. The
soldier held her shoulders tightly. He kept his cock deep in her
throat, but still she fell. Her knees bent. With the cane flailing
her buttocks she crumbled and fell to the dusty ground. The
soldier's cock pulled out. Its ribbed shaft pulsated. Its swollen
end throbbed. Semen spurted from it - a soaking surge. It ran into
the woman's mouth as she fell. It splattered over her face and down
her neck. It slithered onto her breasts. It stuck to her nipples,
glistening.

The woman
rolled onto her side. Dust stuck to her face. The semen smudged in
dirty strands. It mixed with the mud. She lay face down, gasping
into the puddles from the water that had been thrown over them. The
soldier pulled her up. He bent her over his knee and the caning
continued.

Eva could
stand it no longer. She tugged Calliope's lead. Calliope
straightened her arms, dipped the small of her back and lifted her
beautifully curved buttocks. Eva jerked her forward. The fading
sunlight caught the facets of the golden ring in Calliope's
clitoris. It reflected between the soft dunes of her sex, radiating
the beauty of her moist labia, illuminating her luscious flesh.

Eva strode out
into the square. Achilles saw her first.

'Ah! The
beautiful Eva. And her new pet, the delectable Calliope. I hope
your slave is behaving herself, my lady?'

Eva walked
over to the chieftains. Calliope crawled on all fours, never
letting the leash go slack yet at the same time never showing too
much resistance.

'She is, my
lord. See how she awaits her mistress's orders. See how she purrs
and presses herself against her lady's leg.'

Calliope
looked up at Ajax. His blinded eyes stared uselessly ahead. His
jaws tightened at the mention of her; the one who had tripped him
and sent him headlong into the spears.

She leant
against his leg. He tensed. She pressed harder. He relaxed. She
pressed her face against his knee. He felt her warmth and reached
down. She licked his palm. He touched her head. She pressed up
against his hand.

'Yes, my lord
Achilles, I tolerate only obedience.'

'Then Praxis
will be pleased with you as well.'

'He will, my
lord.'

Ajax tensed
again. This time at the mention of Praxis, the one he'd blinded,
but who had returned to take his revenge by blinding Ajax.

Calliope
sensed his returning anger. She licked him harder. She felt him
responding to her wet caress.

'And you are
here to find slaves for your master?'

'I am.'

'Have you
found what you are looking for? Are these women who tease us with
their screams to your taste? Will you choose them for Praxis'
flock?'

Eva pulled on
the lead. Calliope followed obediently.

Eva walked
over to the women. Semen dripped from their wet lips. Water ran
from their sweating bodies. Their buttocks glowed with the stripes
from the caning. Their hair was tousled and stuck together in wet
strands. Eva looked at each one in turn. She pinched her thumb and
forefinger around the left nipple of one. The woman winced. Eva
squeezed harder. The woman's mouth fell open. Eva released her grip
and the woman fell back. She stumbled and only just managed to stay
on her feet.

'Pathetic,'
said Eva in disgust. 'If this is what is on offer in Troy I am
wasting my time.' She strutted back towards the seated
chieftains.

'You are quick
to find fault, lady,' said Ajax.

She shrugged
and tossed back her mane of red hair.

'Yes, lady
Eva. Finding fault is useless unless there is also a remedy. Do you
have the remedy?' added Achilles.

Agamemnon and
Menelaus both laughed.

Eva stopped.
She would not be mocked, even by the great Greek lords who sat
before her. She turned and walked back past the four women. She
stood against one of the legs of the great wooden horse. She pushed
Calliope away with her foot. Calliope sat back on her knees and
scowled.

'I shall be
the remedy, my lord. And the example. I will take the cane. Command
your soldiers, Achilles. Have them punish this poor slave, Eva. And
tell them not to hold back.'

Still holding
Calliope's lead she bent forward and rested her arms against the
leg of the horse. She dipped her back and lifted her buttocks.
Their smooth skin, touched by a hint of moisture, stretched tautly.
The dark valley between them opened at its base as the oval of her
sex pressed out. It glistened with moisture. Her clitoris rose from
its protective shell, throbbing at its exposure, pulsating with her
need for more.

Her hair fell
over her face. She waited.

A soldier
stepped forward with a cane. He laid it against her buttocks. He
measured their distance from him. He pressed it down, testing the
springiness of her flesh. He tapped the cane several times against
her pale skin. He pulled it back and waited.

'Remember, do
not hold back,' ordered Achilles.

The cane came
down. The air was cut by its loud swish. It bent sharply as it
neared its target. It landed squarely across Eva's upturned
buttocks. It cracked as it made contact. It reddened her skin
instantly. She jerked, but did not pull away.

The soldier
drew the cane back again. This time he did not wait for an
instruction. He brought it down harder. It curved then slashed
against her skin. She jerked again as another red line
appeared.

She pulled on
Calliope's lead. Calliope moved closer to her. Eva stared down at
the ground. The thrashing continued. When she felt the pain urging
her to scream out she bit her lip and contained it. But every slash
of the cane stoked the fire within her. The agony of the beating
only fed her desire for more. Each stroke made her want the next.
Each flame of pain only ignited a wish for something more severe.
She took it all, and still was not satisfied.

When the
soldier stood back Calliope crawled behind her mistress. She pushed
her head between Eva's legs. She moved her cheeks up and down
against the insides of Eva's thighs. She straightened her arms,
stretched up and laid her tongue across the hot lines the cane had
scorched.

Eva rose as
she felt the cool tongue against her stinging skin. Calliope licked
along each line. She dribbled saliva along the raised welts. Eva
pulled the lead. Calliope held herself against the tension. She let
her tongue drift between Eva's buttocks. She found her anus. She
tasted it. She probed at its centre. Eva tightened with
expectation. She opened her buttocks. Her anus opened for the tip
of Calliope's tongue. It slipped in; probing, investigating, forced
in by Calliope's eagerness, sucked in by Eva's desire.

Eva clung to
the wooden leg. Her nails clawed the timber. She breathed hard as
her heart pounded in her tightened chest, savouring Calliope's
penetrating tongue and the staring eyes she knew were upon her.

She pressed
back onto Calliope's tongue. She let her probe her rectum with its
tip. She let her taste her innards. She dug her nails into the leg
of the wooden horse.

Suddenly she
pulled away.

She stood up,
containing her passion, holding it back. She walked to one of the
four women who still stood in a line. She took her jaw between
thumb and fingers. The woman's mouth opened. Eva pressed her lips
against the woman's and tasted sperm. She licked inside her mouth.
She went to the next three and drank from them as well.

When finished
she stood before the chieftains. 'Now have my pet thrashed. All she
wants is what I command. You will see how she longs for nothing but
obeying her mistress. Thrash her and you will see me satisfied.
Then you will have the answer to your own question. You will know
if I have the remedy.'

Eva lay back
in the chair Achilles pushed forward for her. She straightened her
legs and opened them wide. Calliope crawled between them. She
squeezed her face between Eva's thighs and poked out her tongue.
She licked Eva's sex; still wet, still open, still available. She
lifted her buttocks, tightening them together. When the cane struck
she only raised herself for more.

Eva let her
hair fall back on her shoulders. She pulled and drew Calliope in as
close as she could. Calliope's face pressed against her open cunt.
Eva felt her nose against her clitoris. Calliope nibbled. She
nipped it between her teeth. Her saliva mixed with Eva's flowing
moisture and ran down her chin.

Eva lifted her
hips. She braced her forearms on the chair. She let her head fall
back. She craned her neck, exposing her throat. She looked up into
the sky. She stared at the sun. Her head filled with its golden
rays. She tightened again. She throbbed all over. Her heart beat
heavily in her constricted chest. Her temples pounded. Her head
spun. She opened her mouth. She held her breath. She fell back:
replete, filled, overjoyed.

Calliope
licked her for a while longer. Ajax pulled her back. She nuzzled up
against his leg and purred. He stroked her head. She responded to
his attention. Eva did not notice.

As night fell
soldiers were sent to search the city.

Polydorus had
evaded capture and Paris and Helen had not been found. Agamemnon
would not rest until the aim of the war had been achieved; the
capture and return of his brother's wife, Helen. Achilles led the
search party. They roamed the streets. They prised out those who
had hidden in holes and cellars, torturing them for information
about the ones they sought. They worked their way through the back
alleys, the shops, the places of worship, but they did not find the
ones they sought.

Chryseis clung
in terror to the bars of her cage beneath the Temple of Apollo. She
held her breath as the soldiers searched the rooms above. She heard
feet running for safety; other fugitives desperate to avoid
capture. She stared out blankly, filled with fear. A figure
appeared at the entrance of the dungeon. It wore a cloak. It was a
man. He peered into the gloomy darkness, looking for a place to
hide. She stared back at him. He turned and went.

The soldiers
of Achilles returned that night disappointed and angry. Achilles
gave them heart, offering them bounty for the capture of the two
princes and the truant Helen. They cheered him and swore it would
not be long before the fugitives were in their hands.

Chryseis clung
to the bars of the cage, afraid to move. She had not eaten. She
felt dizzy. She heard a noise. She thought it was a rat. She cocked
her head and listened carefully. It was a scratching sound. She
cocked her head the other way. The scratching stopped. She saw a
shadow at the entrance to the dark dungeon. She thought it was the
cloaked man returning. She froze with fear. The shadow darted back.
It stopped. It was a woman. She peered into the cell. Chryseis held
her breath. She felt her cold hands shaking with fear. The head
darted back. The shadow disappeared.

Chryseis was
shaking as she crept to the doorway. The low ceiling was barely
above her back. She shivered. She had not been so aware of the
tight confines of the dungeon while in the cage. Now, outside its
protection, she realised the low ceiling, the close walls and the
tiny entrance conspired like a heavy weight to press down on her
and close her in. She managed to get to the entrance. She looked
out. She saw no one. The shadow must have been a cruel trick of the
light.

She crawled
back to the safety of the cage. She sensed something behind her.
She could not move. She could not breathe. Her mouth dried. A hand
touched her shoulder. She went ice cold with fear. The fingernails
dug into her skin. Her eyes widened. Her heart pounded. She thought
it was going to explode.

'Chryseis,'
said a voice. 'Chryseis, it is me, Sappho.'

Her head spun
giddily. Still she could not move. She must have gone mad. She must
be imagining it. It was not possible.

The fingers
pressed against her shoulder, urging her to turn.

'Do not be
afraid, my darling Chryseis. It is truly me, your friend
Sappho.'

Chryseis
slowly turned. She looked at her friend, dirtied with mud, stained
with semen, her ragged smock filthy and tattered.

'How... how
can this be so?'

'Chryseis, I
have been here for days. I heard the Greek army sacking the city. I
have been too afraid to move. I have been hiding behind a wooden
panel in the main temple. I've had nothing to eat and I was looking
for food when I saw you here, clinging to the bars of the cage. I
thought you were a ghost. I could not believe it.'

'Sappho, my
darling Sappho. This is like a dream. I never thought I would see
you again. I even thought I heard your voice while I hung, hooded
and bound in one of Polydorus' rooms. But I was mistaken. Come. It
is safe in here. No one can find us. You must not leave.'

'I will
not.'

Sappho dropped
down beside the shivering Chryseis. They lay in each other's arms,
feeling each other's warmth, luxuriating in the newfound safety of
each other's company.

Sappho felt
the pressure of the iron bars against her back. She squeezed
herself against them. They were cold against her skin. She
delighted in the safety of the enclosing cage. She felt a captive
of it, a prisoner within its unyielding bars. But it was a prison
from which she did not want to escape. She felt a new and welcome
sense of safety enclosed within its bars.