Trojan Slaves by Syra Bond Page B

skin. When she
lifted a leg to get away from her captors the flesh that surrounded
it was pulled sideways, the crack opened a little and the flesh on
the one side pulled against the flesh on the other. The symmetry
was broken and a delightful new shape was formed, in its pliability
somehow more available, more tantalizing, more captivating. The
golden ring raised and twisted and hinted at the pressure caused on
the unseen, pierced clitoris. Calliope lifted her leg higher and
the shape of her cunt changed again, this time exposing a
glistening sliver of inner flesh and, for a moment, the place of
entry of the golden ring. Sappho wondered when it had been pierced,
how it had been done, who had done it. She squirmed back harder
onto Chryseis' fingers. Chryseis pulled herself closer, breathing
against Sappho's neck, increasing her heat, firing her passion,
setting her ablaze.
    They pulled
Calliope backwards against the massive wooden cylinder. Praxis came
forward and prodded at her with his rod. The men held her legs
apart and he pushed the brass end of the rod between them. He
guided it to their tops and let its bulbous tip rest against
Calliope's sex. It made contact with the golden ring and he probed
at it inquisitively.
    'You have a
ring, my beauty. Now, who gave you that I wonder?'
    He pressed a
little harder, squeezing the fleshy lips aside, opening them a
little, exposing the pinkness that lay within.
    'What does she
look like, Wang?' asked Praxis, turning. 'Is she beautiful as you
promised?'
    'Oh yes, my
lord. No one could be more beautiful. Her skin has the satiny gloss
of youth. She is like a ripe peach.'
    Praxis
laughed. 'Then let us feed on her!'
    He pulled the
rod away and Calliope slumped back into the men's arms. The brass
end glistened with her moisture.
    Sappho pulled
herself up and down Chryseis' fingers as they dragged Calliope to
the wooden cylinder. They stood her against it and bent her over
backwards. Her body curved across it, bending to its shape. She
could barely stretch back enough to conform to its arc, but they
forced her until she could. Her arms were pulled back, continuing
the circular line of the cylinder, and her legs were stretched
around it as well. She lay against it, pulled to the extreme, her
breasts almost flattened by the strain, her hipbones prominent on
either side of her flat stomach. Her smooth skin gleamed.
    The men wound
leather straps through holes in the cylinder. They tied them around
her wrists and ankles, binding them twelve times before securing
them with firmly pulled knots. They left her head free and did not
plug her mouth, but at the position the cylinder was at her head
hung backwards towards the ground and she could not raise it. When
one of the men tried to push a heavy ball into her mouth Master
Wang knocked it away. She would, he said, need her mouth open for
her training to take full effect.
    'Faster,' said
Sappho, not thinking about anything else except what she was
watching and what she was feeling. 'Faster. I need it as deep as
you can. Can you get another finger in my anus? Three, I need
three. I need the tightness. The tension. The pain. I need filling.
And faster. Faster!'
    She dropped
hard on Chryseis' fingers. Now she wanted more in her anus than her
cunt. She flexed her feet, stretching her legs forward as far as
she could through the grill. She bounced back on Chryseis' fingers.
The unforgiving iron grating dug into the back of her ankles, but
the penetrating pain only caused her to do it more. Chryseis
responded, quickening the pace, driving her three fingers in and
out of Sappho's pulsating anal ring.
    Master Wang
pushed at the edge of the cylinder. It revolved easily and Calliope
was spun around, turning upside down and returning twice to the
place she started before Wang grabbed the cylinder and stopped it.
Calliope looked terrified. Her eyes flitted from side to side,
unsure where to look, not knowing from where the threat was coming,
only apprehensive