Trojan Whores (4 page)

Eva thought it
was a trick. She looked from side to side suspiciously. She had
still not forgotten how she had been deceived by Sappho and
Chryseis - their tormenting jeers still rang in her ears. She did
not know what to do.

'Mistress?'
she said, as if someone else was speaking for her.

'Yes?' said
Calliope, helping Eva to her feet.

'Is this true?
Can it possibly be true?'

'Yes, my dear.
You have suffered enough. It is true. Come, we have things to
do.'

Eva was taken
to Calliope's tent, a high-roofed octagonal structure made from
heavy drapes of white and pink. Young girls attended her. Some had
been taken from the Temple of Apollo in raids on Troy, some had
been brought from Persia, some from Thebes in Egypt, and some from
further south in Africa. Some belonged to Praxis, some had come as
gifts, some had been left temporarily by guests, and some tended as
payment for debt. All had their heads shorn, their pubic hair
shaved, and all were forbidden to wear any clothing. Their bodies
were slim and oiled. They were trained in suppleness and athletics
each day. Some wore crowns of flowers, some garlands of leaves
around their necks. They fussed around Eva inquisitively. They
touched her tangled red hair, and ran their hands across her pale
northern skin.

They led her
to a large bath, shaped from bronze and set in the centre of the
tent. Garlands of white flowers draped its sides, aromatic steam
rose from its surface. The giggling girls removed her dirty smock,
took her hands and encouraged her up small steps set at the side of
the bath. As she entered the warm mist her head was filled with the
delightful aroma of oils and fragrances; cedarwood, bergamot, tolu,
frankincense and nutmeg. She could hardly believe what was
happening.

One of the
girls stood in the bath and took both of her hands.

'I am Weena,
mistress,' she said. 'Come, I will bathe you.' She drew Eva into
the warm water. It rose over her body, soft and gentle, cleansing
and caressing. She sank into it.

Weena entwined
her arms around Eva. She pressed her own slim body closely against
Eva's. She drew her legs up and moved her thighs against Eva's
hips.

'I will
cleanse you with my body,' said Weena. 'I have been trained to
please.'

Eva lay back
in the water. Weena rubbed her all over with her own body. She
coiled around her like a snake. She pressed her stomach against
Eva's. She urged her shoulders beneath Eva's armpits. She opened
her legs and massaged Eva's breasts with her delightful sex. She
raised her buttocks, drew Eva's face between them, and rubbed them
against Eva's cheeks. She opened her legs more, bringing Eva's lips
against her anus, allowing her to kiss it, lick it, insert her
tongue inside it.

Eva could not
stop herself. She had been mistreated for so long. The relief from
torture and pain, the sensuality of the warm fragrant water, and
the attention of the delectable Weena were overpowering. She
wrapped her arms around Weena's hips and lifted her delightful
buttocks.

Weena did not
hold back. She opened herself completely. She clung to the side of
the bronze bath and pushed herself back against Eva. Her slit, in a
soft wet oval of flesh, came against Eva's mouth. Her anus, tight,
dark and perfectly formed, pressed against Eva's flaring
nostrils.

Eva inhaled
the scent of Weena's body. She pressed her nose against her anus.
She slipped the tip of her hungry tongue into Weena's vagina. Weena
gripped the edge of the bath tightly, tensing her body, pressing
back, wanting to be filled. The curve of her buttocks glistened
with the gloss of the sweetly scented water. Steam rose in a mist
around them both. Eva's red hair floated in the water. It clung to
Weena's thighs in drawn out scarlet tangles. It was as though the
water was on fire, as though their passion had set it alight.

The other
girls leant against the bath sides. Some dangled their hands in the
water, some stroked Weena's buttocks or touched Eva's hair. One
held her fingers tightly in her vagina and sucked the erect nipple
of another. One licked between another's thighs. She lapped at it
eagerly, her face wet with moisture from the girl. Her cheeks
dripped with beads of sweat caused by the steamy heat that rose
from the fragrant bath.

Weena
screeched. She thrashed in the water. She set the surface of the
bath into a foaming turmoil. Eva would not let her go. She strained
her tongue out as far as she could. She delved it into Weena's
juicy channel. She licked the soft inner surface, tasting the blend
of scented water and Weena's delicious fragrance. She gulped,
drinking it in. She lifted Weena higher, delighting in her anus,
claiming satisfaction for her appetite. Her inflamed passion was
hungry and she fed it eagerly.

Weena
squealed. Bubbles mixed with her cries. Chokes blended with her
breathless gasps. She wriggled in Eva's grip, sometimes pulling
herself away from Eva's tongue and enjoying the exposure of loss.
Sometimes she pressed hard against it and sucked it in as deep as
it would go.

Two of the
girls draped themselves over the edge of the bath, their hands
between each other's thighs, their fingers delving into each other.
One of the girls sucked the handle of a hairbrush. She dribbled her
spit across it in strands before opening her legs and pressing it
deep into her naked crack. Another stood above her and urinated on
her face. The girl opened her mouth and drank keenly.

Suddenly the
flaps of the tent were flung open. Calliope marched in. As soon as
she saw what was happening her face filled with fury.

She grabbed
Weena and pulled her out of the bath. The frightened girl fell to
the ground. Her body ran with steaming water as she writhed and
clawed for something to bear against. She twisted onto her back and
dropped her legs wide open. Her slit glistened with moisture, her
anus dilated.

Calliope
angrily took hold of one of her ankles. She dragged her roughly
across the tent. Weena's head bounced in the sand, her flowered
crown already lost, her safety now in tatters.

'You are here
to give pleasure, not to take it!' shrieked Calliope. 'I will teach
you your place. And you will never forget the lesson!'

Still holding
her by the ankles she hauled Weena out of the tent.

The other
girls quickly helped Eva out of the bath. They dabbed her with
towels and fussed anxiously with her hair. They were unhappy not to
be accompanying their mistress, fearful that inadvertently they
might be doing something to inflame her anger.

'We must
follow our mistress,' said one nervously. 'We dare not anger the
Lady Calliope more.'

Eva followed
Calliope as she dragged Weena along the covered walkways between
the tents. Weena writhed and sobbed but Calliope took no
notice.

Small open
stalls lined the walkways. Here soldiers were entertained by slaves
in Praxis' thrall. Some of them looked up as Calliope went past
dragging Weena. Some could not disguise their surprise at seeing
Eva, free and attended by the fussing girls. Some did not notice
anything, too involved in the entertainments laid on by Praxis, the
blind provider of all perversions.

One burly
soldier, his waist tightly strapped by a broad leather belt, caned
a naked woman tied over a saddle. Her buttocks were striped with
red lines. Tears poured from her eyes. The man looked around as Eva
passed, but turned back straight away to the vicious thrashing.
Another, wearing a leather hood with eyeholes, had a slave tied up
in a tangle of knotted ropes. She hung on her back, suspended on
the ropes, her mouth gagged with a ball, her vagina stuffed with an
ebony cudgel. The man held a tallow candle above her breasts. No
sound came from her, but her eyes conveyed her silent screams as he
dribbled the melting wax onto her nipples. Six soldiers stood
around a naked woman. She knelt before them, a bowl in her hand as
if begging. They filled it with their copious semen and, when full,
she drank it under threats of punishment if she did not.

Calliope
pulled Weena into a circular tent. For a few moments Eva could see
nothing; the contrast between the bright light outside and the
semi-darkness inside blinding. Slowly her eyes became used to the
dimness and she saw the bulk of Praxis forming in the darkness. The
spider-like Master Wang hung onto his arm. In front of them, in the
centre of the tent, a latticework contraption made of leather and
metal. By its side a bath of water and several leather buckets.

Calliope
dragged Weena up to the contraption. 'Meet the "shrinking man",'
she said mockingly. 'I think you will come to feel very close to
him.' She threw her head back and laughed.

Praxis stepped
forward, holding his hands out, reaching for Calliope.

'You are
angry, my little angel? What has caused this?'

'This girl,
this slave, Weena. She forgot her place. She thought she was
allowed to live so she could have pleasure for herself. She forgot
she is here only to give pleasure to those she serves. I found her
squirming with joy and writhing with pleasure, my lord. Now I want
her to taste the joy of constriction. I want her to couple with the
shrinking man.'

Weena tried to
pull away, but immediately fell into Praxis' outstretched arms. He
grabbed her, enclosing her forearms in his hands.

'Ah, little
Weena, you want a closer look at your new lover, I think.'

He pushed her
forward so that she was forced to stare at the framework of wet
leather and metal.

'I cannot see,
but my wayward slave, I can feel.'

He let go of
one of her arms but still held her fast by the other. He ran his
free hand across her pert breasts. He felt her hard nipples and
pinched them between his finger and thumb.

'Do you like
the feeling of tightness, my little slave?' He reached out to the
contraption. He ran his hand across the complex framework. He
smiled, pleased by what he felt under his touch.

'Look, the
shrinking man awaits you, little Weena. See how he is shaped to fit
your body. See how he has been constructed to lie close against
every limb. See how he is wet and ready to clasp his arms around
you in the most passionate embrace. Here are the leather bands that
will come across your face. And here the metal framework to hold
your head in place. Look how he is perfectly shaped to fit your
shoulders and back, your breasts and your stomach. Look how his
framework is carefully arranged to clamp around your hips and
thighs. See how his leather straps are formed in such a way as to
tighten into your delicate slit. Think of that, little Weena;
imagine the drying leather pulling into your youthful crack,
parting it, opening it, cutting into its centre. Yes, little Weena,
when the "shrinking man" dries he will clasp you tighter than any
lover. He will hold you so tight you will not remember what it is
to move your body. You will experience complete stillness. He will
have perfect control over you. Then, locked into complete
submission, you will know why you are being punished.'

Weena
struggled in his powerful grip, but it was pointless. Her eyes were
wide with fear, her face pale with anticipation of what lay ahead.
She kicked her feet out and squirmed, but Praxis only laughed.

'Wang!' he
shouted. 'Give the shrinking man a final dousing. We want him to
find every curve of his new lover. We want him to fit closely to
every part of her nubile body.'

Wang ordered
two soldiers to douse the framework with water from the buckets. He
made sure that all the leather was wet. He rubbed his hands
gleefully along every length of its complex structure to ensure no
part was missed. Water dripped from it as he stood back,
satisfied.

Eva hung back
in the shadows. She stood behind a sturdy tent pole, unsure of her
place. Seeing the terrible device had suddenly reminded her of the
precarious position inhabited by those in thrall to the Greeks. She
looked over to Calliope, who looked back and smiled. She relaxed a
little. Her naked body was still wet, her red hair hanging loosely
around her shoulders. Soldiers moved some torches and their
flickering light shimmered across her glistening body.

She stared at
the 'shrinking man' and shivered. She could see its purpose. She
could see how its doused and slackened leather would soon dry and
tighten around its victim. She could only imagine the pain, the
fear, the horror of not being able to move. She shivered at the
totality of its irresistible bondage. She licked her lips. A sudden
realisation filled her. She felt a wave of relief that no longer
was she a slave, no longer was she subject to the will of others,
victim of the caprice of her masters. Yet this sense of freedom
somehow weakened her. Where servitude had strengthened her, her new
feeling of freedom took away her resolve to suffer. She knew that
now, even though she had tolerated much as a captive to the Greeks,
she could not bear the horror of the 'shrinking man'. She looked
again at Calliope, her tall form, her beauty, her smooth skin.
Calliope nodded and smiled. Eva felt assured of her new freedom and
blessed with the loss of suffering that came with it.

Weena fought
but she could not prevent herself being incarcerated in the
'shrinking man'. The metal frame was opened up and she was forced
onto her hands and knees inside it. The leather straps were pulled
up tight and the frame closed around her. Her arms and legs were
held fast. She could no longer move her slightly bent back. A
leather strap pulled up tightly between the lips of her sex and
between her buttocks. Her face was laced with the strapping and her
head was held firmly in place by the framework. The soldiers doused
her with water from the buckets. The heavy splashes made her gasp.
They tightened the wet leather straps as much as they could.