Trojan Slaves by Syra Bond Page A

stealing her warmth. In her mind she felt
the cold water, hard and sharp against her skin. She sat back.
Chryseis increased the speed of her fingers, thrusting them hard,
poking them deep, eager to bring Sappho to the point of joy she
wanted.
    Suddenly all
eyes turned from the woman. From a side door in the wall by the
cages a beautiful naked woman with a small ring glistening at her
sex was marched into the centre of the courtyard. Calliope stood
erect and stared around fearfully.
     
     

Chapter 8
Calliope's
suffering
     
    They left the
woman tied to the gantry. She hung there on her bonds, dissipated
and used. Water poured back down her nostrils, running away across
the ball in her mouth and off her chin.
    Praxis walked
menacingly up to Calliope. She did not move. She was frozen with
fear. He sniffed at her face. She held herself stiffly, not moving
at all as he ran his hand across her breasts, her flat stomach and
down between her legs. He curled his huge rough fingers into the
entrance to her cunt and pulled sharply upwards. She rose onto her
toes to try and reduce the pressure.
    'You have
found a fine one indeed, Master Wang. Does she have any skills, or
do we have to train her from the beginning?' he asked, still
holding her up on her toes with his fingers.
    'She is a gift
from the temple of Apollo, my lord. The girls from there always
need complete training. They have desires but no skills. They spend
too much time in worship. And not enough time on their knees!'
    'Then we shall
begin straight away. Bind her to the cylinder. That is the best
place to begin her course in obedience.' He pulled his fingers up
hard and Calliope rose further, her muscles taut and defined, her
teeth clenched in concentration and trepidation.
    Sappho stared
down from behind the grill. Calliope's predicament made her ache
with desire. She imagined Praxis' hand against her own cunt,
pulling upwards, stretching her tender flesh, holding her,
controlling her. She was consumed by what she saw. She felt herself
taken over by Chryseis' probing fingers, filled by them, heated by
them, drawn on by their quickening pace towards the reward of her
ultimate pleasure. Her eyes were wet with tears of joy. They ran
down her cheeks and mixed with the spit that trickled for her
gaping mouth.
    She pushed
back and then lifted away. Chryseis' fingers were tight in the
encircling ring of her anus, treating it to the pleasure of
pressure, forcing it open on entry, tightening it on
withdrawal.
    'Faster,'
Sappho whispered to Chryseis. 'Faster.'
    She clawed her
hands through the bars of the grill, stretching her fingers towards
Calliope, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel her fear. Calliope
was truly beautiful. Her tall elegance, square shoulders and black
cropped hair gave her a proud bearing befitting nobility more than
slavery. Her breasts were firm, her nipples dark, hard and erect.
The slit of her shaved sex puckered slightly where the shiny golden
ring emerged from its resting place. She could not take her eyes
off her. She filled her mind.
    'Strap her
down tightly Master Wang!' ordered Praxis, finally removing his
fingers from Calliope. She dropped back from her toes and stood
squarely on her feet. Sappho could almost feel the release as
Praxis' hand came away. She saw the relief on Calliope's face, and
she saw the fear that came over it as she realised she was not
being freed.
    Sappho watched
closely as two men dragged Calliope to the wooden cylinder in the
centre of the courtyard. Master Wang spun it on its axle to test
how easily it rotated. He smiled and ordered the men to bend
Calliope backwards over it. She struggled and another man came to
help. Sappho saw the tension in Calliope's muscles as she fought
against the men - the tightness of her thighs, the strain on sex
lips. Sappho's eyes fixed on them most of all. Calliope's cunt was
delectable. It was so fine, so precise, raised only slightly, its
colour only slightly pinker than the surrounding