Trojan Whores (3 page)

Master Wang
still attended Praxis and led him everywhere, but now he was not
his master's only aid, for Calliope was always clinging to Praxis'
muscular arm.

The longer the
deadlock with Troy continued, the more the bored soldiers sought
entertainment and distraction. Praxis made it his business to
supply their needs. He had several large tents set up between the
beached ships. Each was joined by a covered walkway. Banners and
flags fluttered from poles near the entrances to the tents.
Multi-coloured bunting hung from the centre poles on ribbons pegged
to the ground.

At the end of
the largest tent were two huge claw-footed chairs. Calliope sat
naked in one, Praxis, resplendent in burnished armour, in the
other. Calliope sat with her knees slightly apart. The golden ring
in her clitoris gleamed in the lamplight. When the flaps of the
tent were drawn aside to allow customers to enter or leave, the
facets of the ring caught the rays of the evening sun and flashed
with coloured beams of light. No one who entered could avoid the
captivating lustre of golden brilliance.

Eva was
dragged in through the entrance. Since being abandoned to the
beggars and vagrants at the gate of Troy by Sappho and Calliope,
she had been enslaved to Praxis. He had brought her back to the
Greek encampment as part of his booty, and humiliated her with
torture and suffering every day of her captivity. But no matter
what depravity she was subjected to, she managed to assert her
pride as a northern princess of noble birth. Her defiance was
indomitable, her resistance to suffering inexhaustible.

Eva spat dust
and sand from her mouth. She had been agonisingly bound. Her arms
were pulled behind her back, her legs bent back and her ankles and
wrists bound together. She was dirty and dishevelled. A torn cotton
smock hung loosely around her shoulders. Her long red hair was
knotted and tangled in a mass of dishevelled curls. Her skin was
pale and covered in reddened scratches and smudges of caked mud.
Her elbows and knees were bruised and dirty. But when she looked
from side to side her bright blue eyes still shone piercingly.

She glared at
Praxis, fixing his unseeing eyes with a defiant stare.

'Is it my dear
Eva?' he asked, holding his hands out in front of him.

'Yes, my lord.
She has been brought for her daily torture. What have you planned
for her?'

Eva flashed
her eyes at Calliope. She stared at the beautiful woman. Calliope
stared back, returning the haughty resentment that Eva displayed.
Eva spat again. Her shoulders ached and pains between them
travelled down her arms and into her bound ankles. She closed her
eyes for a moment, as if to compose herself for what lay ahead.

'Something
special, my angel. Let me show you.'

Calliope
smiled and rested back on the claw-footed chair. She allowed her
knees to drift apart. The golden ring in her clitoris twinkled in
the light from the oil lamps fixed to the poles of the huge tent.
Its golden reflection played in spangled shards on the insides of
her thighs.

Eva looked at
her tormentors. She despised Calliope's beauty, her oiled skin, her
ease of manner, her lack of fear, her freedom. She had suffered so
much, she could no longer imagine what it would be like to be free,
to be bathed and oiled, to be ennobled and admired. She bit her lip
and craned her head back to try and ease the pain in her shoulders.
But there was no relief. She rolled onto her side and felt the
saliva on her lips running down her mud-covered cheek. A wave of
shame flooded over her. She felt desperate and humiliated.

'Master Wang!'
shouted Praxis.

Wang scuttled
out from the shadows cast by heavily folded curtains drawn between
the tent poles.

'Master?' he
fawned, running up and dropping to his knees in front of Praxis. He
touched his red pillbox hat with his fingers. He looked like a
spider, his spindly arms sticking out from the loose sleeves of his
shiny silk robe.

'Take her to
the oars. Have her hauled up high.'

Wang did not
hesitate. He motioned to two soldiers who stood guard. They pushed
one spear underneath Eva's arms, beneath her armpits. The other
they thrust underneath the bend of her knees. They lifted her
sharply.

Eva gasped for
breath as her weight was taken on her upper arms and legs. The pain
was intense. She could not keep her mouth closed. She panted in
time with the shocks of pain as they jolted her roughly outside and
over to one of the black-planked ships, then dropped her
unceremoniously to the ground.

Two ends of a
rope were lowered from one of the oars which poked out horizontally
from the side of the ship. The soldiers secured one end to the
spear that jutted out from Eva's left side and the other to the end
that jutted out from the right. Another rope was dangled from the
next oar and this was attached in the same way to the spear wedged
behind Eva's knees. They hoisted her up several feet from the
ground, just above head height. She did not spin on the ropes, but
swayed giddily from side to side, the pressure caused by her weight
increasing and the pain building accordingly.

Praxis was led
out by Wang. Calliope held his other arm. She walked proudly
alongside him, smiling at the soldiers who had gathered for the
entertainment. If she caught their eye they looked down, fearful of
her wrath, or the wrath of her protector.

'Is she tied
like a filthy wild hog?' asked Praxis.

'Yes, master.
Yes.'

'Good. Now we
will make her squeal like a hog!'

Wang waved to
soldiers leaning over the side of the ship. One emptied a bucket of
water over the side. Eva did not see it. She did not know what to
expect. The water fell through the air, starting in a barely
fragmented mass before quickly breaking into a myriad shower of
droplets.

They landed
with great force, striking her across the back of her head. She
gulped in shock, for a moment not knowing what was happening. The
water ran around her face and dripped from her chin. She watched it
splash to the ground below her and soak away into the hot sand.

Another
bucketful was thrown down. It struck her between the shoulder
blades. It was cold and shocked her. The jolt made her rear back as
much as she could against her bonds. She tightened her body. The
water ran between the cleft of her buttocks and between her legs.
She tightened her buttocks and thighs as it ran coolly over her
sex. She shivered. Another dousing bucketful fell. This one also
struck her in her back, but slightly higher than the other. It ran
around her chest and dripped from the tips of her aching
nipples.

There was a
pause. Eva choked as she tried to blow wet tangled hair away from
her face. It stuck to her cheeks in strands and caught in the
corners of her mouth. Calliope walked beneath her. Eva stared down,
drenched, shocked and helpless.

'She certainly
needs a wash, my lord. It's hard to tell the colour of her skin
beneath the grime. I think she needs more.'

'As you wish,
my angel. I only want to hear her screams. She has been silent too
long today. I am growing impatient for the sound of suffering.'

Wang waved up
to the men on the deck of the ship. A hose of leather was dangled
over the side. It ran from a water butt set in the centre of the
ship's deck. Eva heard the gurgling above her as a huge force of
water erupted from the end of it. She listened to the torrent as it
spewed down towards her. She felt the shock of it as it struck her
fully across the buttocks. It was heavy, powerful, and painful. It
drenched her. It reddened her skin and glazed its surface with a
cold sheen. A silver mist rose around her. It rained back onto her
like a storm. It streamed around her body and flowed to the
ground.

The cold water
ran back along her arms into the straining nape of her neck. It
rushed over her head. It soaked her hair, pulling it down across
her face. It tugged heavily at its ends before cascading to the hot
dry sand beneath. It ran from her bound ankles, down the back of
her legs into the crease of her buttocks. She tried to tighten
against it, as if tension in her body would somehow stop the
drenching onslaught. It was hopeless, the force was too great and,
as it splashed against her sex lips they opened, the flow entering
and penetrating.

She gasped,
struggling to get her breath back against the shock. She swung from
side to side on the ropes, surrounded by a fog of spray, drenched
by the waterfall. She heard Praxis' cruel laughter, and amidst the
deluge of water she saw Calliope prowling beneath like a stalking
panther.

Eva shivered
with cold. The heat of the sun was burning her skin, but she was
filled with the coldness of the water as it flowed deeper inside
her. She felt dizzy and disorientated. She screamed. She could
barely hear Praxis' exclamations of pleasure. Her face was covered
with the wet strands of her soaking red hair. Her body was engulfed
with pain.

She fought to
keep herself conscious, fearing the dreadful abyss of darkness
which beckoned. Her hips ached. Her whole body strained against the
constricting bonds that held her body captive, and the pain which
emanated from within it.

Calliope stood
beneath with her mouth wide open. Eva watched her taking the
overflowing water between her lips. She let her mouth fill then
overflow down her body. Eva watched the pool of water churning
inside Calliope's mouth. She sensed Calliope's excitement, allowing
her mouth to fill to the brim, feeling the force of the water as it
ran down her cheeks onto her breasts, down her stomach, down to her
feet.

Eva realised
the water Calliope was drinking so eagerly had run across her own
body, had picked up the grime from her own skin, was a drain of her
own suffering. Suddenly she felt a strange burst of excitement. She
arched her back, trying to encourage more water from the hose,
trying to bring down a greater torrent so it could wash over her
and nourish further Calliope below.

She watched
Calliope running her hands across her breasts, teasing her erect
nipples, pinching them, squeezing them. She watched her choke as,
when she gasped for breath, the water ran down her throat. She
watched her hands between her thighs. She saw her open her sex
lips, exposing them to the dirty water that rained down on her.

Eva looked
deep into her eyes. She saw the yeaning, the desire they held. She
felt her clitoris hardening against the water, responding to the
chilly saturation with its own heat, its own desire. Then she felt
a warmth against her flesh. It was the warmth of her urine. She
could not hold it back. It trickled from her. It mixed with the
cascade from the hose. It ran from her sex and flowed down into
Calliope's eager mouth.

Eva let it
flow. It relieved the aching in her tummy. She saw it mixing with
the water that flowed down, its golden hue tinting the torrent that
filled Calliope's mouth. And she saw Calliope taste it. She saw the
moment she recognised its salty tang. She saw Calliope's eagerness
increase as she knew she was filling her mouth with Eva's urine.
Eva watched Calliope drinking, swallowing as much as she could. She
watched her rise up on her toes as, when urine flowed down her
arms, her hands and into her cunt, she lifted herself in a sudden,
gasping, and uncontrollable orgasm.

Eva reared
back further. With no more urine to flow she was seized with a
sudden spasm of pleasure. Her eyes blurred. The spray enveloped
her. She fixed the image of Calliope's gaping mouth in her mind.
She saw nothing else. She let her own orgasm flow.

Calliope
stared up, letting go of the tension as she was relieved by her
orgasm. Eva could see they were sharing their pleasure. Their joy
was happening at the same time. They were in tune, in sympathy with
each other's ecstasy.

The water
stopped. Eva was lowered from the ropes and dropped to the
ground.

Calliope
sprawled forward across Praxis's knees, her buttocks held high and
exposed. Praxis ran his hands across the two delightfully curved
domes of smooth skin. He pressed down on them. They sprang back
when he withdrew the pressure. Calliope drew her face close to his
ear. She whispered to him, as a lover would. He smiled and
nodded.

Eva watched
them, Calliope licking the bronze armour that adorned his torso,
Praxis smoothing his hands across her buttocks. She watched as
Calliope responded to his touch, raising and lowering her buttocks,
opening her legs, displaying the oval of flesh that lay between
them. She saw the glistening ring emerging from the fleshy
surrounds, and the glistening moisture that ran in the slit of
softness at its centre. She wanted to take Calliope's place. She
wanted to lie across his knees. She wanted to feel his hands
against her skin. She wanted to feel the weight of them. She wanted
to taste the metallic tang on her tongue as she licked the armour.
She wanted to seek his cock, to feel its hardness in her hand. She
wanted to grip its throbbing length, its lusting thickness. And she
wanted him to bring her relief. She wanted him to bring his hand
down on her buttocks in punishing smacks. She wanted him to spank
her. She wanted to take his cock between her lips, and as she
tensed with every blow of his hand she wanted to suck it until his
semen filled her mouth.

Calliope bent
down to her. She grabbed her long red hair in a sodden bundle.

'I think poor
Eva has been our victim long enough. Perhaps it is time to show her
some mercy, my lord.'

Praxis settled
back in his chair and smiled. 'You are so merciful, my angel,' he
said. 'How could I possibly resist any request my angel makes?'

'Then I would
like Eva to become my attendant. She could help bathe me and oil my
body. She would be free, of course, and no longer under threat of
torture and humiliation.' She let go of Eva's hair and bent on one
knee beside her. 'Would you like that, Eva? Could you be my friend?
Would you like to bathe me? Would you like to oil my body? Would
you like to shave my cunt?'