Trojan Whores (14 page)

Epeius bent
down and squeezed her cheeks between thumb and fingers. 'You will
not shame me again, girl. You will receive a lesson that will be
impossible to forget.'

The girl
twisted and kicked. She was frantic. She spat at him. It dribbled
over his hand. He shook it off. She spat again. It splashed on his
leg. He wiped it away, struggling to keep his temper under control
for fear of more embarrassment in front of his visitors.

He grasped her
cheeks again, pressing them in. She tried to spit again, but it
just dribbled out over her lip onto her chin.

'Impossible to
forget!'

The girl
kicked in a frenzy. Some slaves fetched a wooden bar and lashed it
between her ankles in an effort to stop her squirming. Still she
twisted and turned. She lifted both feet and kicked back against
the ground, more dust billowing up in clouds.

Eva laughed
and bent to stroke Calliope on the back of the head. Praxis held
his hands out, stretching his fingers as if they would somehow give
him sight. Epeius kicked dust at the girl's face. She spat at him
again and kicked all the more wildly.

'What is
happening?' asked Praxis. 'It sounds as though a wild animal is
loose.'

'A slave out
of control, my lord,' said Wang. 'Completely out of control.'

Praxis edged
forward and reached down to the spitting girl. He held his hand in
front of her face. She bared her teeth. He moved his hand closer.
She bit him viciously. He did not move. His face froze. He set his
jaw. With his other hand he opened her mouth and drew out his
fingers.

'Bring my
whip, Wang. I will show you how to subdue a slave. Even a wild one
like this. She has bitten my flesh. She will find out that was a
mistake.'

He had two
slaves kneel in front of the stocks. He gave them a thick piece of
timber. He told them to hold it between them, in front of the
girl's mouth but not touching her. Two more male slaves were made
to kneel and hold her ankles, for even though they were pinned onto
the wooden beam she still struggled and thrashed her legs.

'When she has
been subdued she will take the wooden bar between her teeth. I
promise you she will be gripping it soon. It will remind her of my
hand. It will ensure she remembers this lesson. It will prove her
obedience to Praxis.'

The girl spat
at the bar. Her spit dribbled from it in strands. She gnashed her
teeth and bared them like an animal.

Eva leant her
knee against Calliope's shoulder. The warmth of Calliope's skin
excited her. She watched the girl struggling against the stocks,
the hands that held her down, the bar between her feet. She saw her
anger and panic. She saw her pride and unwillingness to be subdued.
She saw her fear, and she saw her willingness to tolerate
suffering.

Eva saw
herself in the girl. Already her plight had stirred excitement
within her. As the girl faced her punishment Eva's anticipation was
building. She pressed harder against Calliope, who leant back,
returning the pressure, signalling her own excitement.

Praxis took
the whip in his hand. Wang positioned him. 'Master, she is yours,'
he said.

Praxis flicked
the whip and let its end drift lazily onto the ground behind him.
Its length curled slowly then settled easily. It lay still, his
wrist cocked, his arm flexed and ready.

Eva breathed
in deeply. She sensed the tension in the whip. She could see its
power. She knew how much anger it had to release. She could already
feel its sting.

She looked at
the wooden bar in front of the girl's mouth. She saw the resistance
in the girl's face; her refusal, her defiance. She imagined herself
in the girl's place. She felt herself locked in the stocks, held
down, tantalised by the bar of wood held so close to her mouth.

Eva heard
nothing as the whip curled for the first time. It lifted off the
ground in a long slow swirl. It tightened into a curl, the curving
loop rubbing against itself as it gathered all its unleashed fury
in one tight coil. As it crossed Praxis' shoulder it released its
ferocity. The tip reached out eagerly for its target. It snapped as
it coiled again at its fullest extremity, cutting into its target,
precisely, perfectly, punishingly.

The girl
howled. It was the cry of an animal in agony. The pain reached her
whole body instantly. The small point of contact against her
buttocks was the key to everything she was. What emanated from it
suffused her in an instant. The level of pain did not diminish as
it spread. The snap of torment delivered to the point of contact by
the whip was the same when it reached her fingertips, her toes, her
tongue, her mind.

Eva gasped
with the shock of it. She could read the instant journey of
sustained pain on the girl's terrified face. She felt her sex
moistening. She needed contact against it. She needed something
pressing against her swollen flesh. She needed pressure against her
throbbing clitoris. She needed something to cool her heat. She
lifted her leg and straddled Calliope. She felt the promise of
satisfaction. She was anxious, but she did not rush. She dropped
herself slowly, seeing the coming contact in her mind but keeping
it in abeyance, stalling until the perfect moment.

Another
slashing crack and the whip hit its target again. The girl
shrieked. Spit sprayed from her mouth. Her body tightened as the
wave of pain spread through her.

Eva dropped
lower. She felt the warmth of Calliope's body beneath her. She
tightened the lead, pulling on the collar, straining herself
against its tension. She gripped the leather loop in her hand. She
let it cut into her skin. She imagined it was the tip of the whip,
the slashing scourge, the punishing messenger of delectable pain
that Praxis was meting out to the agonised girl.

The whip
cracked again and again. Each time it found its target precisely.
The girl's buttocks were quickly covered in red blotches and
streaks. The cracking tip left a red smudge, the lace-thin filament
behind it, an angry stripe. Praxis knew where it landed by the
sound of the crack and the feel it delivered through the leather
handle. Sometimes he lowered it so that it slashed against the
backs of the girl's thighs. Sometimes he let it drift higher onto
the base of her back. Sometimes he brought it down time and again
in the same place. When he did so the pain intensified until the
girl could feel nothing more of her body than that one particular
part. Her whole being was drained into the source of her suffering.
The pain had overwhelmed her.

Eva licked her
lips. She let her free hand drift down her stomach. Her fingers
reached and found her sex lips. She parted them and touched her
clitoris. It throbbed at her touch. She massaged it. She felt its
swelling and the excitement it was delivering.

She closed her
eyes for a moment and listened only to the slashing cracks of the
vicious whip. Her head was filled with its anger. When she opened
her eyes and looked at the girl she saw she still had her mouth
tight shut. She was still resisting the sanctuary of the bar held
before her. Her refusal to accept its comfort only fanned the
flames that licked within Eva's smouldering body.

Praxis threw
the whip down. It had done its job.

The girl bit
her lip. She absorbed the pain. Eva could not believe she had
resisted taking the bar between her teeth. She could not imagine
how she had held out against the pain. She could not understand how
she had stopped herself from biting the bar, how she had resisted
dissipating the agony by clenching her teeth around its unforgiving
thickness.

Praxis stood
behind the girl. She panted and gasped through flaring nostrils.
She squeezed her eyelids together and clenched her teeth again. She
knew her suffering was not over.

A slave rushed
forward with a long rod, at its end a large black cock, perfectly
shaped, its shaft ribbed, its tip bulbous.

Praxis took
the rod on his hands. Wang held the cock and placed it against the
oval of flesh between the girl's upturned buttocks. The red streaks
and blotched marks on her skin contorted as she tightened herself
against it. Praxis pressed the bulbous leather tip against the slit
at the centre of her cunt. She opened at its touch. He felt the
moist softness as he pressed. He held it there for a moment, then
slid it in. He did not hold back or wait; he pushed it into her in
one long thrust.

Eva increased
the tension on Calliope's lead. She tightened her knees around
Calliope's waist and lowered her buttocks until at last they
touched. Calliope's back pressed upwards. Eva felt its warmth
against her squirming sex lips. Her moisture spread against
Calliope's skin.

Wang produced
another rod. It also had a large leather cock attached. Praxis knew
he was there. He leant his weight against the rod inserted into the
girl. He nodded. Wang smiled with relish. He placed the bulbous tip
of the second phallus against the girl's exposed anus. She
tightened her buttocks as much as she could as she felt the
threatening contact.

Wang pressed
against her anus. She kicked the ground, a last demonstration of
resistance, a final display of hopeless opposition.

The second
artificial penis was pushed deep into the girl's rear passage. A
squeal seeped from her as her teeth unclenched, as she admitted
defeat. She gripped the bar between them and held it while the
intruder was drawn back, before being thrust deep again.

Eva tightened
her knees against Calliope. The tension increased between her
thighs. She held herself there, watching the girl biting deeper
into the bar of wood. She watched the girl relinquishing her
defiance, giving in to her master's control, as finally Eva's own
orgasm was ignited and a raging inferno burned through her every
nerve.

Epeius stood
back proudly. The wooden horse was finally ready.

Naked women
had leather belts tightened around their slender waists. Metal
rings at the back were clipped into more rings on long ropes that
extended from a trailer of wheels beneath the mighty horse's feet.
The women stood in lines waiting for the command to move. Their
naked bodies shone in the heat of the midday sun. The air shimmered
around them and dust rose in small whirlwinds around their
feet.

Agamemnon
organised the withdrawal of the army. The men clambered into their
ships and rowed back out to sea. Within the hour they rounded the
island of Teredos and anchored in its lee. From the beach at Troy
they could not be seen. Anyone watching from the shore would
conclude they had returned to Greece.

Sinon, chosen
for his rhetorical gift, stood at the head of the long lines of
women. He waved them forward. Slowly, with slave masters wielding
their whips on the backs of the naked women, the mighty wooden
horse began to move. The whips rained down in terrifying cracks,
burning into the captives' backs as they were forced to muster all
their strength and pull the horse forward. The huge wheels rumbled
and groaned. Gasping for breath and sweating with the effort, the
lines of naked women hauled the great horse out over the dunes and
onto the plain of Troy, where so many brave warriors had died.

At sunrise the
immense horse was hauled by the naked women out across the plain of
Troy. Flinching beneath the vicious whips of the harsh slave
masters, they toiled for hours in the building heat. None of them
escaped the wrath of the leather lashes. All bore the red lines
inflicted by the flails on their sweating bodies. In the midday sun
some fell exhausted to the ground, unable to go any further. The
progress was halted. The unconscious women were hauled up on ropes
into the body of the beast. There they were thrown down, consumed
by their efforts. Others, kept in reserve to take their place, were
unchained, let down and secured to the ropes. At a signal from one
of the slave masters the women bent forward and began their task
again. The relentless whips kept them at their labour until, again,
too many dropped to continue the terrible journey without others
being brought to toil in their place.

The sun dipped
onto the western horizon. It dropped behind the island of Teredos,
outlined as a dark shadow by the crimson glow that now lay behind
its rocky form. At last, as daylight disappeared, the wheels at the
horse's feet finally ground to a halt at the mighty gates of
Troy.

Some of the
women collapsed. Even the whips could not bring them back to their
feet. Some knelt and drew sand up to their mouths, so confused by
delirium they drank it as though it were water to quench their
thirst. Others stood, bemused, gasping for breath, staring into a
distance they could not see, a future they could not foretell.

Sinon marched
forward. He stood beneath the towering walls and spoke.

'Citizens of
Troy. I bear a gift for you all. Agamemnon has led his army back to
sea. Your shores are empty. The Greeks have returned home. They
have had enough of this terrible war; now they seek only peace. To
mark their respect for you they leave you this mighty wooden horse.
They wish you to accept it as an offering. Present it to your gods
as a favour. I beg you to receive it, take it into your city. There
it can remain, forever an emblem of the peace between our nations.
Citizens of Troy, the war is over.'

Guards ran
frantically along the walls of the city. Messages were passed,
orders received. As dusk turned to darkness all fell silent.

It was
stifling inside the beast. Exhausted slave women were packed in
tightly, their naked bodies crammed together in a smothering heap.
Eva crouched nearby. She held Calliope tightly on her lead.
Calliope, on all fours, looked up at her, waiting for instructions.
Eva bit her lip anxiously. She had been sent by Praxis to find
suitable women for slavery. He said her future depended on her
success. He had spent a great deal on bribes to get her into the
horse, and he would not tolerate failure. If she was successful,
however, her reward would be beyond her wildest dreams.