Trojan Slaves (22 page)

'The quarry is
ready, my lord,' announced Praxis. 'Come, touch the little fawn.
Know what it is you have to hunt. Know what it is you will enjoy if
you are successful in the chase. Come, feel the soft pelt of her
skin. Run your hands over the smooth lines of her delectable
form.'

Ajax stepped
unsteadily towards Praxis' voice. He reached out towards Sappho.
Wang pushed her forward. She gasped with pain as Eva tightened in
her own agony and sent back to Sappho as much suffering as she
received. Ajax touched the pelt that covered her. He stroked it,
moving his hand first across her breasts, then down her stomach
until he felt the gentle mound that announced the opening of her
luscious slit.

He felt her
through the deerskin. He moved it aside, teasing her flesh. Sappho
rose on his caress. It was the covering of the skin that inflamed
her, the tightness of it, the disguise of it, and the sense of
Ajax's arousal because of it. She bit the leather strap in her
mouth. She tightened her buttocks and felt Eva's against them. A
finger probed her sex, opening it, pressing the supple deer skin
against it, absorbing her moisture into it. The pains in her
nipples gave way to the pleasure that began swelling the flesh of
her wet cunt.

Master Wang
snatched her forward, removing her from Ajax's touch. The pain
drove her pleasure away. She widened her eyes, pleading with the
blindfolded Ajax. All she wanted was to feel his hand again. She
wanted it massaging her through the deerskin. She wanted him
pressing his fingers against her hungry sex - opening it, finding
the softness of its interior, delving into it, penetrating,
inflaming.

She stumbled
and was wracked with spasms of pain in her breasts. She looked at
Ajax stumbling forward blindly. She wanted to set herself in his
path. She wanted to drive herself against his hand, to relieve
herself of the pain, to fill herself with pleasure. She needed the
feel of the skin pressed against her flesh. She wanted to be filled
with his probing fingers.

Ajax did not
know which way to turn. He reached out, holding his hands wide and
turning around, hoping to touch the girl again. Sappho pulled
against Eva, against her pain, against the thong fixed tightly in
her mouth. She felt the pelt against her skin. It set her on fire.
She wanted Ajax to chase her. To run her into a corner. To set her
at bay. To prevent her escape. To close in on her and take her in
any way he wished. Eva pulled against her and she pulled back. They
both cried out in anguish.

Ajax swung his
arms around wildly. He stepped to the side and did the same. He
glanced Sappho with one hand. He knew it was her. He gripped the
skin. She strained towards him, drawing herself towards his grasp,
yearning to be captured. He realised he had her. He stopped for a
moment, sniffing the air, planning his move, then in a rush he
turned and grabbed both women in his powerful hands.

In one move he
flung them over, forcing Sappho onto her knees with Eva laid on her
back. Sappho gasped with the strain of Eva's weight and the pain
caused by her struggling. But there was no delay. Ajax dropped to
his knees behind Sappho. He forced Eva's legs up high, exposing the
soft pink flesh of her cunt and the darker circle of her anus. He
held her legs up with the pressure of his body, then encircled
Sappho's waist with one hand. He moved it down across the deerskin
and gripped her sex through the supple pelt. He clutched the flesh
hard, parting it, opening it and forcing his fingers to reach
inside. Sappho gasped again, fighting for breath, confused,
overcome. She felt the shock as he drove his cock into Eva. She
felt the shuddering pains in her nipples as he pounded deep inside
her. But more than that, she felt his hand on her sex. She felt the
deerskin between her flesh and his fingers. She succumbed to the
feeling of him riding behind her in his animal passion, like a
beast driving himself to satisfaction. Sappho whinnied and whined,
purred and sobbed.

His testicles
pressed against her upturned buttocks as he continued to push his
stiff cock harder into Eva. She felt their heat, their potency. She
lifted her buttocks as much as she could against his weight. She
opened them slightly, exposing herself. She felt the draught from
his movement, the heat from his body, the wetness that ran from
Eva. She felt the moisture between her buttocks, running down. She
felt the delightful wetness encircling her anus before entering her
fleshy, open sex. She lifted herself higher and the dew ran freely
inside her. Ajax probed at her, pulling her swollen labia wide with
his fingers, delving into her, all the time driving his massive
cock into gasping Eva.

Sappho panted
with the strain, biting the thongs in her mouth, gasping for
breath, struggling with both the pain and the pleasure that rose
within her. Her anus dilated as she lifted higher and the moisture
from Eva's plugged sex ran more freely, lubricating her, making her
ready. She pleaded to be filled, sobbing for his cock.

Ajax stiffened
as he pushed for a last time inside Eva. His erection pulsated with
running semen. He filled her with it, gasping, letting it empty
inside her. Eva struggled for breath and jerked in ecstasy, but
Sappho was unfulfilled. As he pulled his cock out of Eva his
bubbling semen ran down onto Sappho's anus. She felt its
stickiness, its heat. She lifted herself more, wanting Ajax to fill
her, to press his semen-covered penis into her wet anus. She wanted
him to press hard and thrust his fingers deep into her vagina as he
drenched her rectum with a flood of his semen.

She heard
Praxis calling out. It sounded as though in the distance, like an
echo. She felt Ajax turn his attention. She felt the loss of him.
He was not there. He had been distracted from her. A wave of loss
built up inside her. She could not bear to hold her need for
release. She did not know what to do. She was lost. She needed
Ajax.

She cried out,
begging him to return, trying to help him find his way back to her.
But she could not support Eva on her back and she fell onto her
side. The two struggled on the ground, each generating pain for the
other, each receiving pain created by the other. But Sappho could
think of only one thing. She thrust a hand down to her sex, drove
her fingers inside and strummed them up and down frantically. But
this was not enough. She lifted her legs and filled her anus in the
same way, thrusting three fingers inside, twisting them,
desperately seeking satisfaction. But still she could not find
it.

She called
again to Ajax, hopeless, driven to distraction by her desire for
fulfilment, craving only for the pent-up needs to be released. She
watched him, his hands wide, his eyes unseeing, stumbling within
the circle of women, unable to find his way to her, unable to give
her the satisfaction she needed.

Suddenly
Praxis stood forward and held both his hands high. One of the women
in the circle around them stepped forward. Her lithe body glistened
in the flickering light. She held her shield across her breasts.
Her eyes darted towards Praxis, and then to Wang. A glance passed
between them. The woman threw herself to the ground, crouching on
all fours in front of Ajax as he fumbled in unseeing pursuit of his
prey.

He could not
avoid tripping over her and was thrown forward with the full force
of his own weight. His covered eyes met the twin spears held by one
of the women ahead. The tips pierced them and drove deep into the
sockets. He hung, pinned on the spears, the red ribbon dripping
with his flowing blood. He was unable to move, unable to cry out,
unable to recover. His arms hung loosely by his sides.

Sappho pulled
herself towards him, dragging Eva with her, unaware of the pain.
She rolled onto her knees, this time Eva helping, no longer
fighting against her. Sappho knelt on all fours, Eva draped over
her back, her feet on the ground. Sappho lifted her buttocks and
pushed back against Ajax's dangling hand. She felt it twitch
against her, and as she felt his fingertips touch her anus she went
rigid with a convulsion of ecstasy which, at last, released the
flood contained inside her. When she dropped back to the ground Eva
jerked with a sudden mutual orgasm.

The two girls
lay on the ground. They no longer fought against their bonds, they
no longer had a need to get free. Their pain had become consumed in
their pleasure. They were both conquered by delight.

Sappho looked
around at the confused scene. Some of the women in the circle had
dropped their shields and spears. The naked girls were on their
knees with their hands clasped together in frantic prayer. Praxis
was reaching out in all directions but finding no one to give him
assistance. Master Wang came to his aid. He led him to the woman
Ajax had tripped over. She was still crouching. Wang passed Praxis'
hand to her. Praxis helped her up. She removed her headdress. It
was Calliope.

Soldiers
pulled Ajax off the twin-headed spear and carried him away. Praxis,
preening himself with his victory, was led out. This time it was
not Master Wang who helped him, it was Calliope. Wang walked behind
them as she clung to her new ally's arm. She turned back for a
moment, looked at Sappho and Eva, and smiled. The golden ring in
her clitoris glinted for a second. She tossed her head back and was
gone.

The soldiers
came for Eva as usual and found her bound to Sappho. They untied
and removed the thongs from their mouths but left them knotted and
dangling from their nipples. They unbound their arms on one side
but kept them both tied tightly by the other. The two females did
not struggle as they were pulled out of the tent.

It was a stormy
night. The dark cloudy sky was filled with heavy rain and the
flashing fire of lightning. Sappho and Eva were dragged from the
confusion of Ajax's blinding by several soldiers. They pulled them
out into the storm and hauled them off into the darkness. As Eva
had promised, the soldiers took them to the edge of the Greek
encampment, where more soldiers waited eagerly to use them for
their private pleasure. Sappho did not know what to expect, and
hung back nervously. Eva knew what to expect. She had been
subjected to their humiliating treatment too many times before. Her
fear was etched into the mysterious pools of her wide green
eyes.

The soldiers
had a huge spar - the mast from a boat - set up against a tripod
made from smaller spars. It reared up at a steep angle from the
ground into which it had been buried so that it did not twist or
turn. On the top of the tripod soldiers sat with buckets and
containers. They cheered when Sappho and Eva arrived; pleased that
their entertainment was about to begin, pleased that they had two
victims instead of their usual one.

Alongside the
heavy spar a long ditch had been dug in the soil that prevailed in
the area away from the beach. Sappho and Eva were brought to one
end of the ditch and made to stand still. They had the leather
strapping removed from their arms. Both went to rub where the
leather had been so tightly bound. When they did a burly soldier
caught them both a sharp cut with a long single-tailed whip. They
both shrieked. Sappho winced as the biting smart on her skin, held
back for a few moments by the surprise finally penetrated her
buttocks. She squeezed them together. She turned back and stood
still, hoping she had done nothing else to bring about a second
stroke.

One of the
soldiers grabbed her arms and pulled her back. At the same time Eva
was pushed forward and made to go down on all fours. She did as she
was told; she knew that disobedience would only bring more
suffering. Sappho stared at the delightful curve of Eva's upturned
buttocks; their smoothness, the tightness of the valley between
them, the sight of the delectable oval of pink that was her fleshy
slit.

Two soldiers
stood behind her, one on each side. Each held a cane. One tested
its flexibility by whipping it through the air, the other smacked
it repeatedly against the side of his leather boots. They lifted
their canes and held them high - waiting, expecting, holding on to
the moment of anticipation.

One of them
brought his cane down across Eva's buttocks. She tightened and
arched her back, as the smarting thwack laid a thin red stripe
across her skin. She edged forward. As she moved her legs her sex
was exposed more, its shape altering as it was squeezed by the
pressure on either side. The other cane came down, from the other
side. It struck at a different angle, laying down a different strip
of red, stinging in a new way, sensitising a new area of Eva's
skin. She tightened again and moved forward. Sappho watched in
fear, sharing her pain and humiliation, knowing that whatever
happened to Eva would also happen to her.

They drove Eva
down into the end of the muddy ditch, repeatedly bringing the cane
down on her buttocks to guide her and force her on. When they
stopped Eva stopped as well. Sappho felt hands on her shoulders and
she was forced down onto her knees behind Eva. She stared at her
buttocks, covered in angry red stripes from the vicious strokes of
the canes. She saw the swelling oval of Eva's flesh, split
delectably down the centre, a glistening of moisture following the
line that parted the succulent pink mounds.

Sappho
shrieked as a cane struck her own upturned buttocks. The cutting
pain penetrated her whole body. It burned deeply beneath her skin.
It passed directly to all her senses. It jolted her with its
harshness. Another sharp cut on the other side sent her head
reeling. She crawled forward until her face was touching Eva's
buttocks. She stopped, not knowing what else to do. The cane did
not strike again and she waited, shivering with fear, frightened to
call out, too intimidated to look up.