Trojan Slaves (12 page)

Agamemnon
entered the camp with Achilles at his side. Their burnished armour
gleamed and the crowns of their helmets shone in the late evening
sun. Achilles strolled along the line of women, pointing out their
beauty and regaling Agamemnon with tales of the adventure which had
led to their capture.

He stopped at
Sappho.

'This one, my
lord Agamemnon, I have chosen for myself. She is delightfully
youthful and filled with desires for the pleasures of man. I have
watched her throbbing with the heat of ecstasy. Look, even now,
after beating and mistreatment, her nipples remain erect.'

Agamemnon
looked at her, pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers
and smiled.

'Achilles, you
tell me of this slave as though she is the prize of a king. I
wonder why you have not selected her for me. I can see in her
flashing eyes the pleasure she could bring to me. Am I to suspect
you have chosen the best for yourself, and forsaken the needs of
your king?'

'My lord, how
could you think such a thing?' Achilles laughed as he moved on to
Chryseis. 'This is your prize, sire. A temple maiden. Daughter of
the priest, Pelador. Already trained in the arts of pleasure; a
necessity for the worship of Apollo, I am told. This is your prize,
my lord Agamemnon. The greatest prize of all. I have picked her for
you, and now I present her to you as a tribute of my devotion as
your faithful servant and general.'

Agamemnon
ruled because he was the strongest, the most vicious, the most
powerful, and he took Chryseis eagerly as a prize worthy of his
status. His guards marched her away, her robe in tatters, her face
tearstained and dirty, her hands bound behind her back. The
soldiers pulled her by her short dark hair, and as Sappho dropped
her head in helpless sympathy, her friend was dragged away.

Sappho felt
empty and alone. Since Chryseis had been dragged away she'd
imagined what might happen to her at the hands of Agamemnon. She
thought of her suffering and pain, and hoped she could stand it.
She hoped she could bear the cruelty and humiliation that would
surely be the reward for her beauty and youth. She thought of her
in Agamemnon's control, bound and gagged, humiliated and degraded,
broken by punishment. She pictured Chryseis' beauty, her dark hair
and pale smooth skin. She saw the look on her face as, every time
she was unchained from another night of captivity, she was
subjected to a new selection of cheapening debasements.

Sappho's
reverie was broken by the sudden silence that came with the
entrance of Achilles, leader of the Myrmidons, the greatest
fighters in the whole of the Greek army. Achilles was moody and
fiery. His outbursts of temper were only tolerated by his king
because of his unerring courage on the battlefield, and his
inspiring and unmatchable skill as a fighter. Everyone stood
transfixed, awestruck by the magnificent hero that came amongst
them. Achilles eyes blazed with vitality, his tanned flesh glowed,
his armour - created by the gods themselves and burnished and
polished to a dazzlingly high sheen - fitted his muscular body as
if it were a second skin. Behind him Ajax followed closely, and
behind Ajax the blind Praxis and an entourage of women, one of whom
was Calliope. She was naked, a thin gold chain attached to her
clitoral ring ran up to a leather collar at her throat.

Achilles' eyes
fell immediately on Sappho. She shivered as he approached and
shrank back nervously as he stretched a hand towards her. He
turned.

'Ajax, I have
not seen my delectable prize since we returned from Troy. I hope
she has been looked after well.'

'Praxis, you
blind dog,' shouted Ajax. 'Tell my lord Achilles how his prize has
been prepared. And be prepared yourself to give a good account, or
it will be the worse for you. Remember, I am your master now. You
do my bidding as if you were one of these women.'

Praxis moved
forward, holding out his hands and feeling his way towards Sappho.
He grasped her face and felt around her mouth and eyes. He opened
her mouth and probed the insides of her cheeks and the sides and
tip of her tongue. He sniffed his fingers, then rubbed his hands
across her breasts. He squeezed them before pinching her nipples
viciously between thumbs and forefingers. Again he sniffed at her,
this time her neck and tawny hair. Suddenly he thrust his fingers
between her legs.

'Yes, a fine
prize indeed,' he said, leering as he squeezed his fingers roughly
between the wet flesh of sex lips. 'And she has responded well to
training, my lord Achilles. She has exposed her particular talents
keenly. I will show you.'

'Leave her!'
boomed Achilles angrily. 'Demonstrate on that one. The woman with
the chain through the ring in her slit. Show me how my prize has
been tutored to please me. But do not handle her yourself!'

Praxis moved
away slowly. Begrudgingly he removed his fingers from Sappho's
delectable sex. He paused to sniff them, then beckoned Master Wang
to bring Calliope.

Sappho moved
back, squeezing her shoulders up as she tried to relieve some
strain on her wrists which, every day since she had been captured,
had been bound fast behind her back. She wriggled them as much as
she could, but the wet leather thongs, freshly secured each morning
after the women were fed, had already begun to dry out and
tighten.

With a single
finger Achilles beckoned her. She was unsure at first, worried that
he might be tricking her, fearful of his wrath. She looked
sideways, pretending she had not seen his gesture, knowing at the
same time that such pretence was pointless. He walked over to her,
put his hand beneath her chin and lifted her face. He squeezed her
cheeks, pursing her lips and forcing down her jaw. He probed
between her lips with his fingers, taking the tip of her tongue
between them and pulling. She felt the back of her throat tighten
and her tongue tingle as it was elongated. Her eyes widened,
appealing to him to stop, to let her rest for a while from the
torture and humiliation she had been facing every day. He pinched
the end of her tongue and released it.

'What a
beautiful mouth you have. And a delectable tongue. I am intrigued
by it.' He turned away. 'So, Praxis, show me how you have trained
my little prize. Let us see the ringed beauty demonstrate my
treasure's skills. And keep my prize secure so that she is reminded
of what she has been taught. The day will not finish before she has
to pleasure me, that is for sure.'

Master Wang,
the incongruous oriental amongst these muscular, tanned Greeks,
stood Sappho against a post used to secure women until they took
their turn for training. He wound a thin cord around her nipples,
knotted them in place, then wound them around the post. He drew her
up against it so that she was held firm. He checked she could not
move and nodded to the blind Praxis, as if he could see and
approve.

He dragged
Calliope by the arm. Her slim figure, pale in the morning sun,
contrasted absurdly with the decorative embroidery of Master Wang's
silken green robe and the shiny red of his four-cornered box hat.
He pushed at her insistently until she stood exactly where he
wanted her. All the time she kept her head lowered so that the
chain leading up to her neck retained some free play and did not
tug against the ring in her clitoris.

'First, my
lord, she is obedient to the whip,' announced Praxis. Master Wang
lightly pushed the back of Calliope's head. She understood the
instruction straight away and dropped onto all fours. He placed his
foot so that she could see it, and tapped his toes on the sand. She
hung her head in response and waited obediently. Master Wang held
out his hand and the stubby handle of a short, single-tailed
leather whip was placed into it.

Sappho watched
closely what was happening. She allowed her legs to fall either
side of the thick timber post. She squeezed her knees against it.
The cord around her erect nipples tightened and pulled.

Praxis moved
forward and spoke.

'See how she
obeys instructions, never hesitating, always ready, always
obedient. This is how your own prize has been trained. This, my
lord, is what Praxis can provide like no other.'

He looked
around vacantly, not sure where Achilles was standing.

'You are
right,' said Achilles, nodding in agreement. 'Your skill at the
training of slaves is almost as great as mine is as a warrior.'

Ajax laughed
and stamped his foot by Calliope, demanding her attention, as
Master Wang had done. Uncertain, she did nothing.

'Then why does
she not respond to me?' he asked angrily.

'There is
skill in being a master, my lord,' said Praxis, unthinkingly.

Ajax strutted
over to the blind man angrily and pushed him backwards.

'You should be
careful of your opinions, Praxis, or your benefactor may quickly
turn into your enemy.'

Praxis
realised he had spoken thoughtlessly. He quickly regained his
balance and looked at where he thought Ajax was standing.

'But it is not
a skill you lack, my lord. No. No. It is the girl. She has
forgotten some of her training. I can hardly believe it. I will
correct it immediately.'

He stumbled
over to Master Wang, who took his arm and steered him behind
Calliope. The golden chain looped up from the ring in her clitoris,
between her rounded breasts and into the clip on the thin collar
around her throat. It glinted as it swung slightly in a shallow
curve between its two points of attachment. She bit her lip
nervously and stared at the ground.

Sappho pressed
her breasts closer to the timber post and it eased the pressure on
her nipples. She kept her stomach against the post though, and her
legs either side of it, then leant back slowly, just enough to
restore a bearable tension from the thin cord. The tugging ache on
her nipples caused her mouth to gape.

Praxis placed
the whip carefully against Calliope's buttocks. Master Wang leant
forward and moved it higher, to make sure it was in exactly the
right place.

'Now,'
announced Praxis, 'when the lord Ajax gives you an order, make sure
you follow it!'

He drew the
whip back slowly, took it behind his head and held it in the
air.

Sappho felt a
wave of pleasure surging over her as she anticipated the stroke of
the whip. She pulled her thighs tighter against the post, feeling
the soft flesh between them opening slightly with the increased
pressure.

Praxis brought
the whip down quickly, without warning, and it cracked across
Calliope's taut buttocks. A single red stripe appeared immediately.
She sank forward, gasping loudly with the stinging pain and shock.
She was unable to stay where she had been placed. Praxis sensed she
had dropped forward and reached the whip to place it against her
buttocks again. Calliope had not time to get back up onto her hands
and knees and the whip did not meet her buttocks when Praxis
expected it. The blind slave trainer looked around angrily, waiting
for Master Wang to correct things. His head turned this way and
that, hopeless without his aid, unable to act without his
assistance.

Sappho
thrilled as she saw Calliope sprawling on the ground. She pulled
herself upwards against the post. Her slit opened enough for her
clitoris to press against the unforgiving timber, its surface rough
with knots and eruptions. She pressed her clitoral bud against it.
Heat ran through her. She bit her bottom lip, suppressing a dribble
that ran from the corner of her mouth. She felt a surge of joyous
warmth running between the swollen flesh of her cunt. She squeezed
her legs harder against the post. The hot surge of pleasure ran
into the dark recesses between her taut buttocks and into her
dilating anus.

Aware of
Praxis' distress Master Wang slipped his arm beneath Calliope's
stomach and pulled her back into place. The golden chain pulled
tight as he grasped her, and she pressed her stomach forward to
ease the painful strain on her clitoris.

'Get her
straight, Wang!' shouted Praxis, anxious not to further inflame
Ajax's anger. 'Bring her into position. I must teach her a
lesson.'

Wang hoisted
Calliope's buttocks high and Sappho saw the oval split of her sex
squeezed between them. Sappho pressed her throbbing clitoris harder
against the post and licked her lips.

Praxis brought
the whip back again and swung it down even more aggressively. The
single leather tail swished loudly through the hot air then landed
hard against Calliope's upturned buttocks. It cracked loudly and
another red stripe appeared on her pale skin. Again she fell
forward but this time her elbows bent and she dropped onto her
forearms. Her buttocks raised, and before she could do anything
Praxis brought the whip down again. Calliope sprawled forward. She
fell fully into the sand, her arms stretched out, her legs wide
apart.

Ajax kicked
sand into her face. 'And still she does not get up!' he shouted,
seething with anger. 'Get up! Get up!'

Sappho moved
rhythmically against the post, feeling its roughness, the splits
and knots. None of its pitted indentation escaped her; she revelled
in it all. The heat in her cunt increased, and as she watched Ajax
grasp Calliope by the hair and pulled back her head, she felt an
overpowering wave of delight deep in the pit of her stomach.

Calliope
screamed, as with her head pulled back the chain tightened in the
ring through her clitoris. It stretched the throbbing bud more than
she could bear. When Ajax saw her pain he pulled her head back even
more and stared at her fear-filled face. Praxis stepped forward and
stretched his arms out. Ajax thought he was protecting the girl and
flew into a rage. He struck out at Praxis and knocked him down. He
kicked out viciously at Calliope as she struggled to get away.