Trojan Whores (9 page)

'Ah, yes, you
have trained her to be a dog,' mocked Achilles. 'She kneels at your
command. I am impressed. But I have lots of dogs. And they are
cheaper to keep than slaves.'

'Yes she
kneels, lord, but now I will show you what I have taught her. You
will soon see she is worth more than any dog. Look up, girl! Attend
to your mistress's orders.'

'I hope your
promises can be fulfilled, my lady. I have no more patience for
disappointment.'

'They can,
sire. They can.'

A strongly
built male slave was brought in and stripped. He stood naked before
Calliope. She ordered him to stretch his arms out wide. Weena was
lifted up and placed with her back against the slave's. Her arms
were stretched wide and her wrists bound with leather straps to his
muscular forearms. Her ankles were tied to his calves with thin
thongs.

She hung on
her bonds, panting with trepidation, glowing with the sweat of
fear. Her hard nipples gleamed.

The male slave
was told to bend forward. As he did Weena was bent backwards
against him. Her body arched tautly against the naked man. Her
breasts flattened against her ribs. Her hips were forced out
prominently, her stomach flat and hollowed. Her delectable pink
slit, shaved and naked, was stretched and vulnerable. She lay
against the back of the athletic man, unable to move, stretched as
though on a crucifix.

'She is ready
for you, sire. She will take everything you have. Yes, even the
mighty Achilles. I have ensured she will swallow it to the
hilt.'

Achilles
smiled and walked close. Weena lay bent back over the slave's back,
her face upside down at the height of Achilles' groin. He opened
his tunic and lifted his meaty cock. It swung heavily against her
open mouth. Her eyes widened as she saw its size. She felt its
heat. Her smooth cheeks flushed.

Achilles
pressed the tip against her lips. She opened them as much as
possible. It entered. Her cheeks filled as the globe ran across her
tongue. Her eyes widened more. The slave brought his arms forward
so she was stretched even tighter. She tried to express the pain of
the tension in her body with a scream, but her mouth was plugged
completely.

Eva, her
fingers teasing the tip of her clitoris, stared at Weena. She
watched Achilles' cock thickening and filling her mouth. The veined
surface slid between her stretched lips. Weena's eyes widened as it
entered. Eva watched it going in further. She strummed her
clitoris, squeezing it, sending joy into her body. She rose up as
she felt the pent-up pressure beginning to release.

Weena's body
tightened as the cock continued to slide into her mouth. Its tip
reached the back of her throat. Her face reddened more. Still it
continued to enter. Weena gagged and tightened against the shaft
but she did not stop it. She swallowed it down.

Eva watched
Weena's throat thicken as the tip of the cock entered it. Weena
tightened more against the slave's back and pulled against the
bonds which held her wrists and ankles. Eva opened her legs then
tightened them again. Her head filled with the picture before her.
In her mind she could see nothing else.

Weena strained
and squirmed. Her eyes bulged, her chest rose, and Achilles pulled
out. Eva gasped and bit her lip, seized with the unreleased tension
of her ecstasy. She shivered with frustration.

Achilles stood
back and stared at Calliope. 'I think that you have lost control of
your little empire, my dear Praxis. Perhaps it is time to start
looking elsewhere for my entertainment.'

Praxis looked
around blindly, filled with anger and worry. He could not afford to
lose Achilles' patronage. Without it, and with Ajax as a sworn
enemy, he knew he could not survive. He sensed Achilles' anger
brewing, and like countless others, he had learned to fear it. He
did not know what to do. Beads of sweat ran on his forehead. He
dropped his arms to his sides, somehow admitting there was nowhere
to turn.

A figure
pushed beside him. 'Let me, my lord. I think the mighty Achilles
will not be disappointed with me.' Praxis recognised Eva's silky
voice. 'Perhaps if I please our lord Achilles I will also please my
lord Praxis.'

He nodded. Eva
smiled and walked to the centre of the tent. Weena was released
from her bonds. She slumped to the floor, choking. Calliope scowled
and kicked her viciously before spitting on her.

Achilles shook
his head disapprovingly.

Eva stood with
her back against the naked male slave. She opened her arms out wide
and waited. She was quickly bound to the slave in the same way as
Weena. When the slave bent forward she took a deep breath and
allowed her body to be bent back until she was taut and her face
was hanging upside down.

She waited,
her red hair hanging down around her cheeks. Her throat was open
and stretched. She felt the tension in her sex, pulling at her
clitoris. The tightness accentuated its throbbing, allowing the
imprisoned pleasure within to build again.

Achilles
approached her, his erection in his hand. Eva opened her mouth. He
fed the tip between her lips. She lapped her tongue against it,
running the tip around the smooth glans. She felt its bulk filling
her mouth as he pushed in further. She swallowed it, feeling it
against the back of her throat. She swallowed again, this time
encouraging it to enter, allowing it down.

She felt her
clitoris pulsating. She tensed as her stored up passion began to
flow. Achilles' cock slipped further. Eva could no longer swallow,
she could only be filled. She felt the heat of his testicles. She
felt his fleshy scrotum parting at her nose. She felt the weight of
his balls against her face. She felt the naked slave tensing her
more as he bent forward under the strain of her weight. She heard
Achilles groan. She felt the surge of his cock. She felt the
splatter of his semen deep inside her. She felt her own orgasm at
the same time, saturating her, dousing her, drowning her with joy
and ecstasy.

Calliope
stamped across the tent looking for something upon which to vent
her anger. She kicked at Weena. Weena did not care any longer. She
simply lay on the floor, not even bothering to cover herself.
Calliope kicked harder, but still there was no response. She
ordered her thrown into the latrines with the others. She scowled
as the girl was pulled past her, and kicked her again as she was
hauled out of the tent.

'Your young
slave seems to be ignoring you,' joked Achilles. 'Perhaps she has
already forgotten the lesson you taught her. Perhaps too, she has
forgotten that she is your slave.'

Calliope's
face reddened. She looked at Eva. 'There is another who is
difficult to control. My lord Praxis, let me discipline her and
ensure she pleases her masters.'

Praxis held
his arm out in front of Eva. 'No, she has pleased our lord
Achilles. Eva will not be the subject of your vengeance. I think
she will be better suited as a lady, not a slave. Do you not
agree?'

Calliope
tossed her head haughtily. 'Of course, my lord. You are right. Of
course.' She smiled at Eva, who was not sure whether it was a smile
of complicity, an acknowledgement of agreement, or a forced attempt
to disguise her boiling hatred.

Eva and Praxis
sat next to each other. Weena, held on a lead by her mistress
Calliope, crouched on all fours. Her head was bent and her buttocks
held high as she lapped milk from a bowl on the floor.

'Give me your
hand, my lord,' said Calliope. 'You might like to stroke my little
slave. You will then know how she has become tamed. How she has
bent entirely to my will. You may feel her purring, or pushing her
neck against you as she tries to curry your favour. You will think
she is your faithful pet. But if I snatch her lead, if her collar
tightens, she will quickly jump back to my side. Even though she
has the chance to purr for her lord Praxis, and the opportunity to
rub against his leg, she'll still respond to the will of her
mistress when she feels the leather pulling at her neck.'

Praxis allowed
Calliope to guide his hand to the back of Weena's shaved head. He
smiled as he listened to the young girl lapping at the bowl of
milk. He ran his hand around the side of her face, her skin
perfectly smooth. He stretched his fingers out then let them curl
back before opening them again. He ran his fingertips around the
silky skin of her cheeks, dimpled as she drank the milk from the
bowl. He felt the lapping motions of her tongue and the
contractions in her delicate throat as she swallowed. He stretched
one finger and stroked the edge of her protruding tongue.

'She is a
pretty thing is she not, my lord?'

Praxis smiled
and nodded.

'Watch, I will
parade her for you. She will prance and sit and wait if I tell her.
Watch my little beauty, my obedient little animal, perform for her
mistress.'

Praxis sat
back in his chair. Calliope tugged the lead. Weena's head pulled
back. Milk ran from her lips and down her chin. She looked round
nervously, as if she had been unaware of anything as she drank from
the bowl.

Eva leant
against Praxis. She ran a hand across his thigh and gripped his
weighty cock.

'Mistress
Calliope asks you to see her pet. But, my lord, she forgets your
suffering. She forgets how you must endure blindness. She forgets
how you must prevail in eternal darkness, cruelly injured by the
vengeful Ajax.'

'But he too is
blinded. By my own hand he now lives in the darkness like me.'

Calliope
strutted around the tent with Weena on the lead. 'Look, see how she
prances. Look how I have taught her to lift her paws. She is the
most elegant little beast, do you not think? And see, the lead
dangles only loosely at her neck. I have no need to remind her of
the control her mistress has over her.'

'Again
Mistress Calliope mocks you, my lord,' whispered Eva, as she
tightened her grip on his stiffening cock. 'She asks you to see a
world to which you are blind. She taunts you as Ajax does.'

'How do you
know he still taunts me?'

'Can you not
understand, my lord? He is taunting you through Mistress Calliope.
She is teasing you. She is mocking you.'

Eva stroked
his cock, feeling its stiffening shaft expanding in her massaging
grip. He lifted his hips, pressing harder into her hand. She
responded by slipping her palm along its length. She stretched the
skin of his scrotum as she drew her hand towards its tip, then
tightened the skin against the back of his glans as she drew it
down again.

'Tell me,' he
said.

'Look at her,
my lord.' Eva kept drawing her hand up and down the shaft. 'See how
she parades her prancing slave. But Calliope should be on that
leash. I could make her prance better than the one she holds on the
collar. Sire, if only I had the chance I could train her better
than any beast. Calliope would purr at my feet. She would lap at
her bowl in the evening. She would lie by the great fires on the
beach until I tied her to a post for the night. Sire, if only I had
the chance. The chance to please you.'

Eva let her
head fall onto his shoulder. Her red hair curled down onto his
chest. He inhaled its scent. She lifted her face to him. Her wet
lips glistened in the torchlight.

'Sire, Ajax
plots against you. Even now he hatches his plan to overthrow you. I
can help you, master. I have his confidence. He confides in me.
Sire, if only I had the one who prances before us. The one who
leads another. If only I had Calliope on a leash. If only I had her
to control, then my lord, I could help you vanquish once and for
all the mighty Ajax. Even now his hatred for the one who tricked
him, your prancing favourite Calliope, feeds his anger. It is not
to your benefit to have her as an ally. Give her to me and I will
make Ajax my pet as well. We will overthrow him together. At last
you will be avenged, my lord.'

Calliope led
Weena across to a young male slave. Weena waited silently on all
fours. She looked down at the slave's feet and licked her lips.

'See,' said
Calliope, seemingly ignorant of Eva's attention to Praxis, 'see how
my little pet serves even slaves. Here, girl, lick his feet. I want
to see your tongue between his filthy toes. I want to see his feet
cleaned. I want to see them shining with your saliva. I want to see
how my little animal is so humble a beast that she cleanses a
slave's feet with her tongue.' Calliope pushed her foot against the
back of Weena's neck and forced her face against the slave's dusty
foot. Weena licked.

Eva dropped
her mouth to the tip of Praxis' cock. She encircled it with her
full lips and flexed her tongue around its throbbing mass. She
pulled away, her bright blue eyes turned up to him appealingly.

'There, my
lord, see how your Eva needs your seed. But listen to your other
servant. Hear how she taunts you, mocks your blindness. Master
Praxis, let me draw out your semen. Let me suck it into my mouth
and swallow it down. I need to feed on it. I need to mix it with my
spit and drink it. It is my elixir. And let me attend to your needs
of vengeance too. Let me help you vanquish your foe, Ajax. All I
need is the one before you, the one who battles for control of her
own pathetic slave. All I need is Calliope to be my own leashed
pet. All I want is to take her on a lead. To train her properly. To
make her obey. To train her to give you pleasure.'

She dropped
her mouth back around his cock that throbbed stiffly in her hand.
Again she enclosed its tip with her full wet lips. She took it in
as deeply as she could. She did not pause, did not hesitate. She
took it to the back of her throat and held it there, letting it
swell. She gripped his shaft into her throat and held it in place,
tight and fixed. She felt the stream of semen building at its base.
She felt it flooding up the shaft. She swallowed again. Her throat
tightened even more. Its narrowing constriction tightened around
the end of his pulsating cock as it splattered her with searing
fluid.