Trojan Slaves (13 page)

Sappho could
not stop herself. Her excitement had control of her. She massaged
herself rhythmically against the rough post. She pressed, opening
her labia, revealing her clitoris to the roughness that was
controlling her joy. She stretched her shoulders back, increasing
the strain on her nipples, and felt her body jerking with the onset
of a convulsion of ecstasy.

'Get up! Get
up!' shouted Ajax, as Calliope crawled away in the confusion.

Achilles
stepped forward and held him back.

'Now, my lord
Ajax, you expend too much energy on a mere girl.' Ajax nodded.
'Even though she has got the better of you!' exclaimed Achilles
playfully. He laughed loudly but Ajax, infuriated by the
embarrassment, broke from his grasp and kicked out wildly at
Calliope. She rolled sideways and gasped for breath. He kicked her
again. Achilles held him back, and this time he would not let him
go.

'My dearest
comrade, Ajax, leave the girl. She is nothing. Look, I will show
you the sort of joy I expect from the real thing. My prize!'

Calliope
crawled away, her head hung low, her dark eyes filled with hatred
and anger. Ajax kicked out at her again but this time she did not
shrink away; she turned towards him like a wild animal, trapped and
with nowhere further to run. She stared up at him, prepared to
fight until the end. He kicked again and she spat at him. She
waited, filling her mouth again, hoping he would return her offence
so she could attack again. He looked at her and realised she was
his enemy. He was a warrior and had seen that look before. He was
used to enemies, and to vanquishing them, but this time something
in this woman's eyes told him that, for all his strength, she posed
a threat. He turned, threw his hands up, laughed with difficulty,
and embraced Achilles.

'And look,'
said Achilles, amused, 'she is making herself ready!'

They turned
and saw Sappho jerking with ecstasy against the timber post. She
stopped moving when she saw them looking at her, but her orgasm
still flowed. She stood helplessly, her arms stretched behind her
back, her hard nipples firmly fixed around the post by the cord,
jerking uncontrollably with the heavy convulsions of unstoppable
pleasure.

Achilles
ordered Master Wang to untie Sappho from the post. He unwound the
cords and tried to pull her away but, still moving herself
rhythmically against it, she resisted. She clasped her knees
tightly around it as he pulled her. Achilles laughed. He grabbed
the cords that hung from her nipples and gave them a sharp tug.
Sappho's eyes widened with surprise, as though she had woken from a
dream. He pulled again, this time sharper and more forcefully. She
realised she could not resist him. She dropped her head and moved
at his insistence.

He led Sappho
by the cords, pulling her nipples, extending them further, tugging
if she showed any signs of holding back. He led her across the
shore to his tent - a low structure regaled with banners and
surrounded by fine shields and magnificent weapons. Inside the tent
it was quiet and cool, its heavy dark cloth protecting it from the
noise outside and obscuring the glare and the heat of the punishing
sun.

Ajax came in,
and without invitation sat at a chair covered in heavy throws.

'What is it
like to be bettered by a woman?' teased Achilles, thinking again of
how Calliope had managed to avoid Ajax's instructions. 'She must be
a warrior-queen disguised as a humble slave to have the advantage
over the mighty Ajax!'

Ajax shrugged
resentfully and told a woman slave to bring wine.

'That is not
the end of it, I assure you,' he said, producing a leather bag and
opening it. 'But there will be time enough for that.' He removed a
shiny silver object from the bag. 'Look, my lord, another of
Praxis' inventions. I had him have one made for me. Perhaps your
prize would enjoy its discipline. It was created by a jeweller to a
precise pattern dictated by Praxis. It is an invention born of his
years of experience at training slaves.'

'Quite so,'
said Achilles, smiling generously. He leant forward and looked at
the object. It was like a horse's bit, with two silver rings at
each side. From these extended a silver strip about two hands in
length. Between the rings were silver pieces, one bending upwards
before returning to the other side, one bending downwards. At the
centre of the upper piece a further strip extended for about the
same length as the two at each side. Near to its joint with the
upper bar it split before reforming again into a single piece.
Between the upper and lower pieces, and stretching again between
the metallic rings on each side, was a clamp with a screw attached
on each side. The beautifully crafted creation jingled as he
handled it.

'This should
suit your little prize well. Should I fit it, my lord?'

'Certainly,
Ajax,' said Achilles, dropping onto a huge sofa and taking wine
from a naked slave girl. She bent to serve him. Her firm breasts
were conical and topped with pink nipples. The line of her buttocks
were picked out in the soft yellow lamplight. She trembled, nervous
at being so close to the god-like Achilles. 'I will be interested
to see it in operation,' he said thoughtfully. 'And to see what
pleasures it brings. Yes, fit it.'

The girl
backed away, still bowing, still trembling, her nipples even harder
than when she first approached her terrifying master.

Ajax lifted
the cords attached to Sappho's nipples, stretched them up to the
roof of the tent and bound them into a pole that spanned the
sidewalls. As he tied them to the pole Sappho had to lift herself
up on her toes. Even so, stretching up as much as she could, the
cords still pulled tightly and her breasts were stretched by the
tugging leads that ran from her nipples. She found it impossible to
keep her balance for more than a few moments at a time. Whenever
she lost her footing and fell sideways the cords pulled painfully
and she had to fight quickly to get back into position and relieve
the strain. Her heart fluttered with anxiety as she realised her
predicament.

'Now, my
beauty,' said Ajax, squeezing Sappho's cheeks between thumb and
forefinger. 'Let me and your lord see how you take to Praxis'
little jewel.'

He lifted the
glinting contraption in front of her. Sappho's eyes widened. She
tried to pull away but she could not. The pain in her nipples dug
too deeply to be able to move from her precarious position on
tiptoe. Her heart beat fast and she breathed heavily.

Ajax released
her and she dropped back. Her captured nipples injected searing
pain into her body and she rose again on her toes. She was filled
with anxiety and shivered, but even that caused the tension in the
cords to heighten, and the pain in her breasts to increase. She did
not know what was going to happen. Her fate was in another's hands
and she felt overcome with despair.

He poked his
fingers into her mouth. She tried to resist, clamping her teeth
together, fixing her jaw. But he was far too strong for her to
resist. He probed and got her mouth open enough to get the tips of
his fingers in. He pressed his thumb against her upper teeth and
forced her jaw down. He held her mouth wide.

She looked
over to Achilles, sprawled on the heavy throws, smiling, amused,
intrigued. For a moment she wondered if he would intercede, save
her, but she could tell from his expectant gaze that he was only
interested in her humiliation. She wanted to beg for mercy but she
could not speak. She felt herself dropping back on the cords. She
strained up onto her toes as much as she could in an effort to
relieve the pain. Her legs quivered as she struggled to keep her
balance.

Ajax took the
silver contraption, Praxis' jewel, and held it in front of her
mouth. She could smell the sterile metal, sense the shininess, the
coldness. She looked down at it, glinting in the lamplight, shining
like the blade of a dagger. And she looked at Ajax's face as,
quizzically, he turned the jewel this way and that until he had it
the right way round. Satisfied, he pressed it to her mouth and
again she backed away as much as she dared. This time she slipped
off her toes completely and gasped with a deep shock of pain. The
pole to which the cords were tied sagged under the strain. Her
nipples stretched agonisingly, her breasts filled with pain. In
desperation she struggled back up onto her toes.

She felt the
metal edges of the jewel touch her stretched lips. It was cold,
smooth, unforgiving. For a moment she wanted to lick it. She moved
the tip of her tongue towards it, but drew it back as she felt
herself toppling again. Ajax pressed the jewel in and it stretched
her mouth even wider. The rings on its sides pressed against her
taut cheeks as the upper bent piece covered her upper teeth and the
lower covered her bottom teeth. She breathed in deeply, gagging as
she did, struggling to swallow, feeling her mouth drying, her
throat constricting, her nostrils flaring.

She fell back
again and struggled frantically to get back up. Her nipples seared
with pain, her breasts stretched. She fought desperately to get
back onto her toes and flushed with fear as she thought she might
not. Ajax stood back and leered at her. She laboured to stand,
still breathing hard, wondering what was going to happen.

'She likes it,
my lord,' Ajax announced. 'See, she jumps for joy at the pleasure
it brings.'

Sappho's eyes
filled with tears. She regained her balance and stood quaking with
fright. She did not know what to expect. She was overcome with
suffering and pain. She felt so alone, so abandoned, so misused.
She could only stare as Ajax stretched his hand forward and reached
his fingers inside her mouth. She heard her breath hissing against
his hand. He grasped the tip of her tongue, squeezed it and pulled.
She gagged again and the heaving movement caused her to drop again
on the cords from which she hung. She tried to wriggle free, tried
to scream, but her effort to move, constrained as she was in her
precarious position, brought barely a movement of her head, and her
attempt to cry out resulted in nothing more than a whimper.

Ajax drew the
tip of Sappho's tongue between the two straight pieces of silver
that stretched across the centre of the upper and lower pieces
which now covered her teeth. He turned first the screw on one side,
and then the screw on the other. The clamp tightened down onto her
tongue and held it firmly in place.

Ajax laughed,
leant forward and licked Sappho's face. She wanted to cry but could
not.

'And now, my
lord,' he pronounced. 'The jewel's secret.'

Achilles' eyes
widened with increased interest as Ajax opened the three long metal
pieces of the jewel. The one leading up from the piece that covered
Sappho's upper teeth, he pulled up and back against the top of her
head. The other two, leading from the rings pulled firmly against
her cheeks, he took around the sides of her head. The slit in the
one at the centre fitted around her nose, passed over her forehead
before joining the other two at the back of her head. The three
clipped together there with a special spring plate.

Sappho stood
motionless, the shiny silver jewel stretching her mouth, covering
her teeth, clamping her tongue and encasing her head in its
intricately worked metal.

'There, my
lord,' announced Ajax. 'That is the jewel fixed. Now I will show
you how it works. Crios! Abas!'

It was only a
few seconds before both appeared at the entrance to the tent.

'My lord?'
enquired Crios. 'You need our service?'

'I do indeed,'
said Ajax. 'Look, we have a maiden waiting. And she is willing for
your attentions.'

'Shall I bring
a cane, lord? Does she need the disciplining sting of a rod? Or the
slap of a belt, perhaps? Or the deep bite of a whip? Maybe she
needs to feel the flat of a hand? Or the slap of a hide...'

'No, Crios.
See, she has Praxis' jewel fitted. Her mouth is dry and needs
wetting! Unhitch her from the tent pole. It is too kind. The jewel
cannot operate unless we place her against something less
forgiving.'

Achilles
pulled himself up on his elbows and looked on with inquisitive
interest. The naked slave girl returned with more wine. She bent to
serve him and he pressed her hips down across his lap. She draped
his knees, hanging her head on the one side and widening her thighs
slightly on the other. Her pert buttocks were a smooth curve and he
rubbed a hand across them carelessly.

Sappho felt
relief as Crios and Abas undid the cords from the pole. She dropped
to the floor, hitting it hard, taking her breath away. She dropped
her head back against the ground and for some reason the tension on
her tongue was relieved. She pressed her head back again, and again
she felt the squeezing of the clamp across her tongue ease. She
sighed with relief, and lay gasping heavily. But her relief was
short-lived.

Crios took one
of the cords and Abas the other. They each pressed a foot against
her shoulders to pin her down, then pulled the cord tight. She
raised her stomach, trying to arch her back to relieve some of the
tension, but they held her down too well.

'Bring her
here,' said Ajax. 'Against this post.' They pulled her up, teasing
her forward with the cords, pulling her nipples. They placed her
against a tent post so that the jewel's clasp at the back of her
head was forced against it. As it was pressed she felt the pressure
on her tongue decrease. She sighed with relief as her throat
relaxed and some moisture gathered. Leaving her wrists bound they
secured her to the post with leather thongs wrapped tightly around
her ankles and knees.

They pulled
again on the cords attached to her nipples. She moved forward to
ease the pain but, as she did, the clasp at the back of her head
relaxed against the post and the pressure increased on her tongue.
Surprised and confused she coughed, gasped for breath and pulled
back. Even though the pain penetrated her nipples like fire, the
pain in her tongue was so great she had to pull back to relieve the
constriction the jewel caused.