Trojan Whores (23 page)

She tightened
her hand around his testicles. She felt the pounding throb of his
semen as it streamed into the shaft of his cock. She sat heavily on
his hand. She watched Chryseis plunge her head down on his cock
until her lips were pressed against its base. Sappho tensed her
buttocks. She forced her soft flesh against his knuckles. He tensed
his body and pressed his hand against the back of Chryseis' head.
His semen splattered into her throat and filled her with its
scorching flow.

Sappho did not
let go. She held onto his testicles. She gripped them tightly as
they throbbed.

He threw his
head back and roared.

'I will have
more of a guarantee than your promise, my fine priestesses! You
will not have the allegiance of Ajax without some investment of
your own.'

Sappho and
Chryseis fell back, frightened and shocked by his sudden
outburst.

He grabbed
both by the hair and lifted them off the ground.

'Can you
suffer pain for the cause you propose?'

'My lord,'
begged Sappho, 'we have no intention to deceive. You do not need to
test us.'

He dropped
Chryseis to the ground. She fell on her side. Her mouth dropped
open. Semen dribbled from its corners.

'Ah, but there
you are wrong, my little priestess,' he said gleefully, shaking
Sappho like a toy. 'Ajax has been tricked before. He is wiser now.
He will not be deceived again. Bind their ankles!'

He tossed
Sappho to the ground alongside Chryseis. Guards ran forward. They
grabbed their ankles and bound them tightly with leather thongs.
They lay side by side. Sappho stared into Chryseis' eyes. She
wanted to tell her she was sorry. She wanted to tell her she had
hoped for freedom, not for further punishment. She opened her mouth
to speak. A guard clapped his hand across it and stifled her
effort.

The guards
tied two leashes to the bindings at their ankles. They dragged them
both in front of Ajax. Sappho choked on the dust thrown up in
clouds around them.

'We have them
bound, lord. Shall we drag them as Achilles dragged the vanquished
Hector?'

'Yes, haul
them for a while. I will decide their test to the accompaniment of
their cries for release. Yes, the music of their pleas for mercy
will accompany my thoughts on how they should suffer.'

The other
women were pulled hurriedly to the sides of the compound. One fell.
Her wrists twisted in her chains. She was pulled roughly out of the
way and kicked. She screamed in pain. A guard, angered by her
outburst, took a cane and thrashed her roughly. It struck the backs
of her thighs and behind her knees as she struggled to get back in
line.

'Haul them!'
shouted Ajax. 'I want to hear the priestesses cry out to their
master. I want to hear them pleading for mercy. I want to hear them
begging to be spared.'

Guards took
hold of the leashes, and Sappho gasped as they were drawn taut. She
was frightened and confused. She was shocked by the suddenness of
Ajax's response. She had not expected it. She was filled with guilt
and remorse. She looked again at Chryseis. She wanted to reach out
and tell her she was sorry for bringing this upon them. She tried
to speak, but her words were suppressed by a sudden jolt as the two
men yanked the leashes and ran.

Sappho bounced
on the dusty ground. Her shoulders scraped against the rough soil.
Her mouth filled with the acrid dirt as it billowed up around her.
Her hands trailed above her head. She tried to grip the ground. She
clawed with her nails, struggling somehow to arrest the giddying
motion, to prevent the bruising jolts, but it was impossible. She
hoped she could bear it. She hoped she could survive until it
stopped.

They both
twisted on the leashes, rolling onto their fronts then onto their
sides and backs. When she was face down Sappho's nipples, hard with
fear, scraped the ground. The pain was intense. She choked and
coughed. When she tried to swallow she could not, her throat too
dry and filled with the desiccating dirt.

The woman who
had been caned kicked out at them as they were pulled past; she
blamed them for her punishment, her suffering and pain. When they
were pulled past her again she spat at them. The glob of saliva
landed on Sappho's face. The next time they were pulled around more
of the women spat on them, each one venting their anger at their
captivity and helplessness.

Sappho's head
spun giddily. She did not know which way was up. The sky and the
dust swirled around her in a madness of blurred images. She heard
Chryseis groaning every time she jarred on the ground, and with
every thump she was overcome with a fresh wave of guilt. Her body
was racked with pain, but the feeling of guilt filled her more than
the agony of her physical suffering.

'What is
happening to them?' shouted Ajax. 'What are those sounds I can
hear?'

'They are
being spat on, lord,' said the slave at his side. 'The other women
are venting their anger on them. They do not know how to lash out,
and so they lash out at their own kind. Their spit dribbles on the
faces of the two priestesses. They are humiliated and sullied.'

'Pull them in
front of the women. The little priestesses must not go thirsty
while they are in the care of their master, Ajax.'

Extra leashes
were tied to their wrists, and with the tension still on the bonds
at their ankles the two were stretched out.

'Take me to
them,' said Ajax, and the slave led him over to Sappho and
Chryseis. They both lay on their backs. Ajax stood over them.

'Bring each of
the women to them. Let us see if they can satisfy the thirst of
these hungry beasts.'

The first
woman was made to stand over Sappho, her legs apart. Sappho looked
up between her thighs. She watched the stream of urine pouring down
on her. She welcomed it into her mouth. She let it fill. She
swallowed all she could. Its biting, heady taste thrilled her. She
consumed it. She was consumed by the delight of it.

The next woman
doused her in the same way. Sappho guzzled it down. She watched the
shimmering waterfall. It dazzled her as she stared into it,
glistening and twinkling in the bright light of the sun.

Ajax listened
as each of the women was brought forward. He knelt by Sappho's side
as she drank. He held his hand in the flow and watched her reaching
after its changing course, desperate not to miss a drop.

The last woman
was taken away. Ajax got up and straddled Sappho. She looked up
between his legs and waited. She opened her mouth and held out her
tongue. She braced herself against the bonds at her wrists and
ankles. She inhaled deeply, increasing the tension of her body.

The golden
cascade flowed down onto her. It splashed heavily in her eyes and
stung them. She swallowed ravenously. She turned her face into it
so that it ran across her cheeks and down her neck. She bathed in
it. She writhed beneath it, steeped in the ambrosia of his
drenching torrent of urine.

As she reached
desperately for the last drops he stood back. She turned her face
to the side and let it rest in the pool of urine that lay around
her. She still wanted more. She lapped at it. She was filled with a
rising tide of pleasure as she listened to the sounds of her own
efforts to gain satisfaction, and felt a jerking spasm of ecstasy
throbbing in her agonised body.

Ajax bent down
to her. His unseeing eyes wandered across her soaked skin.

'Now, little
priestess, can you tell me how you will bring about the pleasure of
your lord, Ajax?'

Sappho lifted
her head. She moved her lips. She could hardly speak.

'With...'

She choked.
She jerked as another jolt of pleasure ran through her.

'Speak up, my
little priestess. That is if you are still offering to help your
lord.'

Sappho's heart
pounded with excitement. She tightened her buttocks together, her
cunt squeezed. Another jolt of ecstasy gripped her.

'I am, my
lord. I am.'

'Then how will
you please me?'

'With guile,
my lord. Your revenge is close at hand. With guile, my lord. That
is how I will please you. With guile.'

Eva slept
deeply in the ornate chair. Her arms hung lazily over its clawed
arms. She had dropped the wine goblet and let go of Calliope's
lead. Her legs were apart and stretched out. Her sex was exposed,
its flesh soft and moist and glistening in the light of the
torches. She had not roused during the punishing test to which Ajax
had subjected Sappho and Chryseis.

Calliope,
still on her hands and knees, slunk from the shadow of Eva's chair.
She crawled into the open. She had heard everything. She knew what
was planned; the conspiracy to overthrow her mistress Eva, the
salvation for Sappho and Chryseis, the revenge of Ajax against
Praxis. But she did not crawl to her lady's side. She did not rub
against her drunken patron. She did not wake her from her inebriate
slumber. She did not alert her to the threat of treachery, or warn
her of the plan for her downfall. No, that was no longer her
purpose. Her time of servitude was at an end.

Trailing her
lead behind her, Calliope crawled on all fours to Ajax. She rubbed
her cheek against his leg.

He dropped his
hand to her head. 'You have heard everything,' he said.

She rubbed her
shoulder against his knee.

'You know what
is planned. You have listened in on our plot to overthrow your lord
Praxis.'

Calliope
purred. She looked up at Ajax. She stared into his blind eyes. She
recalled the trick she had played on him; how her conspiracy with
Praxis had led to his terrible fate on the spears. She sneered and
bared her teeth. Her time as Eva's pet was drawing to a close. The
game was finished. For that is what it had been. Now she would make
the final move. Her own conspiracy with Praxis, her game at the
expense of Eva, would not this time work against Ajax. This time
her secret agreement with Praxis - one which had catered to her own
need for the treatment she had so much enjoyed as Eva's pet - would
be at the expense of her haughty 'mistress'. Eva, the captured
slave, had been led into the trap like an innocent fawn to a
huntsman's arrow. Now it was time to release the bow. Calliope was
the hunter and she was ready for the kill. She quivered with
anticipation of the final chapter of the entertainment.

'You say
nothing, mistress,' Ajax said, stroking her head.

'Not against
you, my lord,' she replied as she nuzzled close to him and started
purring again. 'Not against you.'

'Then you will
be my ally in this?'

Calliope
purred her assent.

'Your secret
is also mine, my lord.'

Eva felt
invulnerable. Praxis had showered her with gifts. She walked daily
on the beach. She wore her purple robe open at the front. It
exposed her naked body, her glowing oiled skin, her rounded
breasts, her prominent nipples. Her red hair trailed back in the
warm wind that blew in from the sea. The glitter of gold at her
neck and around her slender wrists reflected from her in dazzling
sparkles of light. Slaves fell to their knees as she passed. She
was like a god.

She sat
alongside Praxis in his huge tent. Torches were placed in stands,
braziers burned, colourful curtains hung from the high walls. Naked
slave girls, their heads and pubic hair shaved, stood awaiting
instructions from their master and mistress. Some held baskets of
flowers, some trays of food, some carafes of wine. Three of them
had been bent over a bar resting on two heavy supports and were
being whipped.

Praxis leant
across to her and said, 'What is the reason for their punishment,
lady?'

'They were too
slow when I asked them to bring me wine and sweetmeats. Do you
think I am being too lenient?'

He smiled,
looking around blindly, listening to the cries of the girls.

'You are never
too lenient, lady.'

Guards came to
attention at the entrance as Agamemnon and Ajax entered.

'Who is it,
lady?'

'It is King
Agamemnon and the lord Ajax.'

Praxis was
angered and unnerved by the arrival of his enemy, Ajax. He stood,
and with a forced grin masked his displeasure for fear of incurring
the wrath of his king.

'Welcome,
sire. And you too, my lord Ajax. It is an honour to receive you
both.'

Agamemnon
slumped on a chair which was hurriedly brought.

Ajax bowed to
Praxis. 'I hope you do not mind me bringing a pair of slaves. I
think you must know of them. The lady Eva did not decline my
request to take them when I visited her. At least, she did not say
anything when I asked her. I am so pleased you found them for me.
They are delightful. Ah! Here they are now. The Trojan priestesses,
Sappho and Chryseis.'

Praxis' face
froze with anger. He could not disguise his annoyance. He had not
realised Eva had allowed Sappho and Chryseis to slip through her
fingers.

'And, Praxis,
I have forgiven you the theft of my beautiful slave Weena. I bear
no grudge. Have her as my gift. I have lost one Trojan beauty, but
look, I have gained two! Yes, I am filled with joy and benevolence.
They should call me Ajax the Magnanimous!'

Praxis could
not help scowling. He reached back, fumbling to find the arms of
his chair.

Calliope
pulled on her lead. She pressed against Ajax's leg, moving him up
against a complex construction of wood, metal and leather. She
pressed her cheek against its leather thongs. She remembered the
torment of Weena - a torture wrought at her own hands. Eva yanked
her back on the lead. Calliope looked up at her and tightened her
eyes. Eva did not see the contempt and anticipation of release on
her face.