Trojan Slaves (24 page)

A small pony
trap drew up, two beautiful women harnessed between its
ivory-embellished shafts. They were naked except for plumed,
multi-coloured headdresses. A young prince stood proudly on the
painted platform between the decorative wheels. Black reins led
from his hands into silver bits pulled tightly into the women's
mouths. He carried a long whip and thrashed out at them as they
drew up. It cracked across their striped buttocks. They dropped
their heads, sweat dripping from their noses and chins, spit
dribbling from the sides of the silver bits. He pulled back on the
shiny leather reins and brought them to a halt.

The young
prince called over to the gatekeepers. 'Have you no entertainment
for your prince?' he asked disdainfully. 'Have you not provided for
Polydorus, youngest son of King Priam himself? When I pass through
the great gates of Troy I expect to be entertained. And I see
nothing prepared!' He lifted his whip and held it ready to crack
across the women's backs. 'Perhaps you have been in your posts too
long,' he said menacingly. 'I shall speak to the King.'

The
gatekeepers looked at each other fearfully. They obviously knew the
young prince and had been both surprised and caught out by his
unheralded appearance. They were not going to allow disappointing
him to ruin their prospects of the easy jobs they enjoyed. One of
them rushed forward keenly, bowed and held onto the sides of the
trap.

'Of course we
have something prepared for your highness,' he fawned. 'How could
you think otherwise, sire? Of course, my lord Polydorus. Please
step towards the wire that keeps back the unwanted from our
beautiful city. We have something we know will please you. We are
so glad you are here at last. We have been awaiting you.'

The haughty
young man stepped down from the trap. The shafts lifted as he got
out. The women were pulled sideways. He raised his whip high and
lashed it down across both their backs. They cowered but could not
avoid the punishment. The silver bit fell from the mouth of one of
them. She struggled to put it back in but the prince thrashed her
so hard she could not.

'See what I
have to put up with,' he said petulantly, still beating the
harnessed woman.

Sappho winced
at his cruelty. The whip cracked and the woman was soon screaming
as she twisted and squirmed beneath the fiery lash of her ruthless
master.

The
gatekeeper's stare fell on her. She looked down as his eyes met
hers. Her stomach filled with anxiety. She knew she had made a
mistake in looking at him. He strode across to her
purposefully.

'See, my lord
Polydorus. We have kept this beauty for your entertainment.'

He grabbed her
by the arms, pulled her away from Eva and pushed her against the
two copper wires. Her sensitive nipples felt the sharpness of them.
They pressed against her soft skin and cut a line into her firmly
pliant breasts. She gasped as she grabbed the wires to steady
herself. One of the other gatekeepers grasped her arms. He pulled
them behind her and held them fast in the small of her back.

The first man
stood in front of Sappho and flexed the wires apart, about the
width of two fingers. The man behind her pushed until her nipples
poked between the two wires, squeezing, forcing them proud of her
breast.

Polydorus came
closer and bent to look.

'Here, my
lord,' said the first gatekeeper. 'This is for your pleasure.'

He took
Polydorus' hands and placed them on the wires in such a way that
his fingers held them apart. Polydorus nodded and smiled.

'Now, my
lord,' the gatekeeper continued. 'Allow the wires to come together.
See how you can regulate the pain this poor beggar receives.'

Polydorus held
the wires. Sappho looked down, too afraid to meet his gaze. She saw
the two wires, one above and one below her extended nipples. The
man behind her pushed and the wires dug into her breasts. Her
nipples hardened and throbbed. She could not stop them.

'Now when you
are ready, my lord, let the wires to come together. I think you
will be rewarded.'

Polydorus
closed his fingers together and allowed the wires to squeeze into
Sappho's nipples. She tried to pull back, but the man behind her
kept her firmly in place. He squeezed her wrists together in the
small of her back, and using his shoulder and other hand he pulled
back her shoulders so that her breasts were thrust forward even
more. As the wires closed she felt their heat, warmed by the
searing sun, cutting into them, sending a penetrating pain into her
breasts. She gasped. She could not move. Polydorus withdrew his
fingers and allowed the wires to come completely together.

She shrieked
as they crimped her erect flesh, the pain excruciating. The wires
pinched her nipples at their base. They clenched them and sent
jolts of pain deep into her body. She twisted against the grip of
the man who held her wrists. The movement caused her more pain as
her nipples stretched from the tips of her aching breasts.

'And now, my
lord,' said the first gatekeeper, 'this will bring out the pitiful
pauper's ecstasy.' He held up a short dagger. 'I will place my
dagger between the wires on this side of her. You, sir, place your
dagger in the same way on the opposite side. When you are ready we
will turn our daggers and tighten the wires as if we were twisting
hemp for a rope.'

They both
pushed their daggers between the two wires and then twisted them in
opposite directions. Sappho screeched. Everyone watched, everyone
saw her pain, her humiliation. She knew her exposure to their
stares. She knew her hopeless vulnerability. But there was no
chance of her pleasure escaping; the pain was too great, her joy
could not find a way out. Her head was spinning giddily. Her ears
were buzzing. She seemed to be falling. She felt a trickle of warm
urine running down the insides of her thighs. She closed her eyes
and was consumed.

Suddenly Eva
was by her side, standing by the wires, pushing her own nipples
against them.

'I will save
you, my dear Sappho,' she whispered hurriedly. 'I will take your
place. You can escape. I will wait until you return for me. I know
you will. Be ready to go. To go quickly.'

Polydorus'
eyes widened as he watched Eva pressing herself against the taut
wires. She looked beautiful; proud, her shapely form erect and
smooth, her wine-red hair falling in coiled tousles around her
shoulders. He was transfixed. He took his dagger from between the
wires and so did the gatekeeper. Eva took the wires in her hands
and calmly opened them. Sappho moved back, releasing her nipples
from the vice of the wires. Tears ran from her eyes. Eva eased her
breasts forward. She released the wires and let them close. She
showed no sign of pain.

The man
holding Sappho's wrists let go. She dropped to the ground and
crawled away, between the legs of the crowd. Straight away she was
surrounded by a group of beggars and vagabonds. They stood over
her, leering, pointing, prodding her with their feet, picking at
her with long, dirty fingernails. She tried to get up. She felt so
threatened. She had to escape. They pushed her over and she fell on
her back, her legs wide, exposing her naked flesh.

A dirty beggar
in rags knelt on one side of her and took one of her sore nipples
between the rotten stumps of his teeth. He bit and she yelped.
Another bit the other one. Sappho wriggled and squirmed, her legs
wide, sobbing with pain. She felt a finger inside her vagina, and
one in her anus. She opened her mouth to shout out. She felt it
held wide as a cock stuffed itself into it. She sucked - she could
not stop herself, filled with confusion and fear. She sucked
harder, hoping the bulk in her mouth would distract her from the
pain in her breasts. Her mouth filled with salty seed. She
swallowed the semen.

Suddenly she
heard Eva's screams, filling the air, demanding everyone's
attention. Sappho felt alone, abandoned as everyone turned. She lay
on her back, breathing hard, fearful, expectant. Eva screamed again
and Sappho scrambled to her feet. Now she could think of only one
thing - escape.

She did not
look back as she darted though the unguarded crack in the mighty
gates. Her head rang with Eva's continuing screams. Her head was
filled with her desperate appeals for mercy. She clasped her hands
over her ears to block them out.

She ran along
the narrow streets until, at last, she saw the temple of Apollo.
She stood before its imposing steps and columns. She gasped with
relief. She climbed the steps and stopped at the top. She inhaled
deeply. Her nostrils filled with the scent of incense. Her ears
rang with the sound of chanting. One voice was raised above the
dirge, proclaiming to Apollo, seeking his advice, offering him
sacrifice. It was Chryseis - at last.

The great
priest Pelador was dead. Chryseis, his beautiful daughter, was now
the priestess of the temple of Apollo. Her power was second only to
the king, the ageing Priam, father of brave Hector and his
brothers; handsome Paris and cruel Polydorus.

Chryseis stood
in front of the huge altar, naked except for the ram's fleece
across her back. Her face was painted with daubed flashes of red
and yellow. Sappho crept into the back of the temple, unsure what
to do. Since Chryseis had been given back to Troy Sappho had
thought of nothing else except being with her again. But now,
seeing her like this, resplendent before her followers, she was
struck with fear and apprehension. Would Chryseis welcome her? She
was so powerful now. Would she even recognise her?

Sappho looked
down onto the sunken floor of the temple. She stood behind the same
statue of Aphrodite she had crouched behind when she'd first seen
Chryseis. She squatted, as she had done then, opening her knees,
dropping down on her haunches, allowing her sex to open. She
watched Chryseis, and without thinking found her hand slipping down
to her warm labia. She ran a finger around its soft edges and
pressed against the moist, satiny centre. The tip of her finger
entered, it took no pressure, her silken flesh simply parted
beneath her delicate touch.

Suddenly there
was a young man behind her. 'I have found a spy!' he shouted down
into the main part of the temple.

He grabbed
Sappho roughly and led her down towards the altar. Worshippers
gathered around. Some grabbed at her. Some pinched her. Some spat
on her. Pulling at her roughly, they brought her before
Chryseis.

Sappho stood
gasping for breath and shaking with fear. She lowered her head, too
afraid to look at Chryseis, thinking only that her escape, her
coming back to Troy, had been a terrible mistake. Chryseis reached
out and lifted Sappho's chin. Sappho looked up anxiously.

'Bend her over
the altar,' said Chryseis. Sappho's stomach churned with panic.

They forced
her to kneel and bent her face down onto the cold marble where once
before she had been humiliated. Her breasts squashed against its
shiny surface. Her nipples hardened against it. Her arms were
pulled forward and held by two men in robes. She looked to the side
and saw Chryseis parading around her, chanting, holding her arms up
high, evoking her gods.

She flung the
ram's fleece from her back and draped it over Sappho, its smooth
suede lining warming her skin, clinging to it. Chryseis stood
behind her, facing away from her, then opening her legs wide, she
sat back on Sappho's upturned buttocks. She called one of the young
men over. He bent before her, on both knees, and presented his
stiff cock. She took hold of it and directed the swollen glans
towards her exposed and glistening sex.

Sappho felt
the heat of his testicles against her buttocks as he drove his cock
deep into Chryseis. She looked to each side. The worshippers were
staring at her, watching her. She felt a warped thrill at the
realisation of their penetrating glares. Chryseis pushed the man
back, again took hold of his cock, and pressed the tip against
Sappho's anus. She drew him forward and his slick erection sank
deep inside, stretching the muscular ring, and almost immediately
semen erupted in a pulsating stream.

Another
followed. As the first man's semen still dribbled between Sappho's
buttocks Chryseis took the next man's cock from her sex and fed it
into Sappho's rectum. It slid in on the silky cream that already
filled it and, as it emptied into her Sappho felt herself brimming
over with its heavy flow. The next and the next were taken in the
same way. Each filled her with their copious stream, each already
wet with Chryseis' juices, each throbbing with the delight of
Sappho's snug anus. Semen ran down and covered her sex lips. It
seeped down the insides of her thighs, gathered in the hollows at
the backs of her knees, and dripped in sticky strands onto the
floor.

Still more
came. Chryseis took every one first, then when they were about to
explode each one filled Sappho's bottom with flowing semen.

Chryseis
turned around. She lay face forward over the ram's fleece that
covered Sappho's back. Now she took the cocks into her own anus.
Just before they released their flow they drove into Sappho's
vagina and filled her with it. She waited for each one, feeling
their thrusts in Chryseis' anus, and then their stiff bulk as they
pounded into her as deeply as they could.

When it had
all finished Sappho lay gasping for breath. Chryseis lay on top of
her, panting, her naked body glistening with sweat. She moved her
mouth against Sappho's ear and licked her lips before she
spoke.

'Dearest
Sappho,' she said, her voice trembling with excitement. 'Dearest
Sappho, I knew you would come back to me. I have prayed to Apollo.
I have wished for it every day.'