Trojan Slaves (21 page)

Then
everything blended into one. Her body felt hot, out of control,
taken over. She felt the stream of urine turning into a trickle.
She felt her disappointment. She felt the slaps stopping and was
filled with unsatisfied yearning. But when she was lifted and
placed on the large chair of Agamemnon, and soldiers were ordered
to tie her back over it, she knew her frustration would be
short-lived.

They bound her
tightly, her head hanging back off the front edge of the seat, the
backs of her knees bent over its wooden back. Her arms were pulled
down until her hands reached the ground. Her wrists were bound with
leather thongs to the heavy clawed feet of the mighty chair.

Agamemnon's
urine streamed across her breasts, splashed onto the shoulders and
down her throat. It covered her face in a deluge. It filled her
mouth so much it overflowed from her lips before she could slurp it
all down. She gulped heavily, not wanting to waste any. She felt
some of it running into her hair before overflowing onto the
ground. She wanted her hands free so she could cup them and scoop
it up, save every drop, not allow any to run away. She struggled
against the bonds that held her wrists. But it was impossible, they
were too tight, she was held fast.

Menelaus'
stiffened cock was in her cunt before Agamemnon's urine had
finished flowing. She felt the penetration deep inside her aching
flesh as she swallowed the stream of urine that filled her mouth.
It was too much for her. She could hold back no longer. It had
built up too much. She felt Menelaus' semen running across her
stomach. She started jerking with a convulsion so strong she went
rigid against the bonds of her captivity. She was completely stiff.
And it did not stop, gripping every part of her, making her rigid
with the fever of her ecstasy.

She was still
moaning, unable to recover herself, as the two mighty warriors
stood above her.

'Brother,'
said Menelaus, 'I would advise you to give this slave back to
Achilles. It would be a bad thing to keep her. The men are
worried—'

'No, Menelaus,
I will not return her,' said Agamemnon, sprawling back onto the
couch. 'But send Achilles five young girls. The best we have. I
think that will bring him around. But let him be reminded: he will
not have his "prize" returned to him. She stays mine. Even the
greatest warrior in Greece does not instruct his king.'

Sappho was
dragged outside and secured face forward over a timber mast set
horizontally on trestles. Her legs were bent fully at the knees,
her ankles bound with leather thongs to the tops of her thighs. Her
arms were stretched around the beam and her wrists secured to her
knees. She was pulled so tightly against the timber that she could
hardly breathe.

She hung over
the spar in despair. Everything seemed hopeless. She had given up
hope of ever seeing Troy or Chryseis again. She had given up hope
of ever being free. All she could imagine was a life of captivity
and humiliation. She craned her neck up and looked at the faces of
the jeering men who surrounded her, but all she could see was a
life of torment and shame.

She caught
sight of Master Wang hurrying though the crowd. He looked furtively
from side to side, as though afraid of being seen. Sappho shivered
at the thought he might be coming for her, that Praxis had some new
torture he wanted to try on her, or some fresh degradation he
wanted her to suffer. But Wang scuttled through the square and
disappeared into a narrow alley. She wondered where he was going.
One of the men in the crowd approached her, grasped her cheeks and
opened her mouth. She felt relieved that Wang did not give her any
attention. As the man's seed erupted into her mouth she was filled
with a strange sense of relief. She welcomed her humiliation and
drank the semen hungrily, and when she had swallowed it she opened
her mouth for more.

Master Wang
brought the message to Ajax in the night.

'My lord,' he
said kneeling down by Ajax's spartan bed. 'My master, Praxis, says
he has a speciality for you. An unsurpassable speciality. He says
it will make up for all your disappointment in him. He bids you
hurry. To come with me and savour what he has arranged for you. An
unsurpassable speciality, my lord. Unsurpassable.'

Ajax sat up,
rubbed his eyes, thought for a few moments, then jumped to his
feet.

'Very well,
Master Wang, you have my interest. But woe betide you and your
master if this should prove a disappointment. Neither of you will
see tomorrow if this is another hollow promise. Lead me to this
unsurpassable speciality. Quickly!'

Wang bowed and
held his hand out as Ajax entered the great tent. The black shrouds
of its roof hung low, and several heavy poles supported its massive
weight. A wide ring was inscribed in the sand and, around the ring,
women stood closely together, at attention, in a circle facing
inwards. Their nakedness was covered only by a shield in one hand
and a twin-headed spear in the other. The spears, the type used in
close combat, were held at an angle so that the tips were at the
height of the women's shoulders. Each woman, her head shaved
specially for her appearance, wore a plumed headdress of exotic
feathers. The shimmering light from the torches placed near the
walls of the tent shone on the iridescent plumage of the
headdresses. It reflected frantic patterns of rainbow-coloured
lights on the smooth skin of the women's naked bodies.

Ajax sat
himself in a huge chair placed at the centre of the circle of
women. He spread his legs wide and yawned as Praxis was led in by
Master Wang.

'I have
arranged such a speciality to please you, my lord Ajax,' said
Praxis as he cocked his head and sniffed the evening air. 'A
speciality fit for a king!'

'I am here
against my better judgement, Praxis,' Ajax replied. 'And I shall
not be tolerant of more failure on your part. Take this as a
warning. Your freedom, your life perhaps, hangs in the balance
tonight.'

Praxis cocked
his head the other way and stared around blindly. He reached out
for Wang, who led him to the edge of the circle of young women.

'My lord Ajax,
such is the wonder of what I have planned for you, I promise, you
will not leave here unchanged.' Ajax nodded begrudgingly. He had
not forgiven Praxis for his embarrassment in front of Agamemnon,
and was set against letting him regain a place in his favour.

Wang held
Praxis as the blind man again addressed Ajax.

'There is such
a treat here for you, my lord Ajax. Not even such as you could bear
to look on it without preparation. You must use your sense of touch
first. By that means only will your sensations be sufficiently
acclimatised for you to be able to take the sight in with your
eyes.'

'Your talk of
sight amuses me, Praxis. Yes, you have caught my interest. Your
experiment has promise. I will undertake it as you wish.'

Ajax stood up.
Wang took a wide red ribbon of cloth and wound it several times
around his eyes. 'Praxis,' exclaimed Ajax, 'at last you have me
blinded as well! You have your revenge! Now, where is this thing I
cannot bear to set eyes on? Where is this speciality which if seen
would weaken even the mighty Ajax?'

'Be patient,
my lord. Listen, you will hear it approaching.' Sappho and Eva were
brought in. They were both naked and strung beneath a pole to which
their wrists and ankles were bound with leather thongs. The poles
were carried by naked girls, two at the front and two at the rear
of each pole. They wore crowns of yellow and white flowers on their
shaven heads. The poles rested on their shoulders and they held
them with their hands. They stood silently in the middle of the
circle of women, waiting for instructions.

Sappho looked
around. She and Eva had both been tied to the poles hours ago. She
bit her lip to help contain the discomfort. She was alarmed by the
sight of Ajax standing blindfolded. She quivered when she saw the
ring of women holding their shields and spears.

Ajax spun
around, his arms outstretched, reaching out blindly.

'What is it
you have, Praxis? Reveal it to me.'

'My lord, have
patience. I need to prepare your quarry. You have two fawns to
capture. But first I need to bring them out of the
undergrowth.'

Ajax waited
impatiently as Praxis had Sappho and Eva untied from the poles. The
naked girls worked diligently to remove their bonds. When finally
they were released the girls lifted them down and cradled them in
their arms. Sappho relaxed as she felt the warm limbs of the girls
holding her. For a moment she thought she was back in Troy with
Chryseis, enfolded in her arms, delighting in the silkiness of her
skin, luxuriating in the softness of her lips.

Master Wang
grabbed her arm. The leather straps that had bound her to the pole
dangled from her wrists. He pulled Eva over and forced the two of
them back to back. He grabbed the thongs and bound their wrists
together. He wound them around so that they were bound tightly from
wrist to elbow. They both twisted and turned; anxious, unable to
properly see the other, stumbling, frightened.

'Can you hear
your little fawns, my lord?' asked Praxis. 'Can you hear them
panting in anticipation of the chase?'

Ajax cocked
his head to the side and listened. He smiled, intrigued by the
scene Praxis was painting for him. 'Yes, I can,' he said eagerly.
'They sound afraid of me. When will the chase begin?'

'Soon, my
lord, soon.'

Praxis stood
close to Sappho and Eva. He touched Sappho's breasts, squeezing
them cruelly, massaging them roughly. He pinched her nipples. She
dropped her head, suddenly aware of the exposure to the girls and
the women who surrounded them. A flush of shame ran through her.
She felt her nipples throb as they hardened even more between
Praxis' vicelike thumb and forefinger. She pulled at her arms and
felt the tension in Eva. She felt Eva's buttocks rubbing against
her own.

Praxis nodded
approvingly. Wang took some long leather tapes, thin as thread, and
halved them in his hands. At about the middle point of its length
he wound the first around one of Sappho's nipples. She rose against
the pain as he tied and pulled it into a knot. He did the same with
the other, pulling the tape sideways to get it as tight as possible
before knotting it. The thong pulled taut between her breasts. Wang
took the spare ends around Sappho and Eva's shoulders and led them
both across Eva's mouth. She kept it closed. He forced her to open
it and slipped the thongs between her lips. He pulled them tight,
forcing Eva to hold her head inclined back against Sappho's. He
tied off the leather tapes and knotted them. Eva stood with the
ligature between her teeth, the corners of her mouth and her cheeks
indented by its cutting pressure. She gulped and tried to swallow.
When she moved her head forward the tapes pulled harshly against
the knots around Sappho's nipples. She cried out, filled with
pain.

Sappho did not
know what Master Wang had done with the loose ends of the
threadlike leather. All she could tell was that whenever Eva moved
the pain in her nipples increased. She cried out again as Eva
stumbled and tried to regain her balance. Sappho's eyes filled with
tears. She breathed hard and clenched her teeth in a vain effort to
keep the pain at bay.

Wang took some
more thin thongs and tied them around Eva's nipples. Before
knotting them in place he led them first around Eva's shoulders and
then Sappho's. He held the ends in front of Sappho, dangling them
before her eyes, showing her what was in store. Suddenly he tugged,
and Sappho grimaced as Eva reacted to the tension of the thongs on
her nipples. Eva dropped her head to try and stave it off. As she
did the strip between her teeth pulled relentlessly on Sappho's
bound flesh.

As Sappho
opened her mouth to groan Wang forced the thin straps between her
teeth. He pulled both ends tightly sideways, cutting into the sides
of her mouth, notching into her pale cheeks. He tied them off at
the tightest point. Eva strained against the pain and the more she
pulled the more Sappho was filled with her own agony. The two of
them gasped loudly, bound together in an unbreakable loop of mutual
pain and suffering.

Sappho's
nostrils flared as she struggled with it. She knew she was hurting
Eva by her movements, but she could not stop herself. Her nipples
pulsed. She bit into the thong in her mouth, as though clenching
her teeth would somehow relieve her. She tried to be still, to
allow the pain to ease, to bring to an end the common suffering
they imposed on each other. But it was impossible. Both of them
gasped for breath. Both of them shivered with the tremors of their
own agony. Both of them panted in an effort to calm their pounding
hearts, but they could not be still. They were trapped. Neither
could prevent inflicting her own fate on the other.

'What is
happening, Praxis?' demanded Ajax. 'I am eager. What is
happening?'

'A few moments
more, my lord. That is all, a few moments.'

Sappho's eyes
flashed from side to side. Master Wang held up a soft deerskin with
leather thongs hanging from each corner. He tied it around her
neck, allowing the supple skin to hang down across her breasts to
the base of her stomach. He tied the bottom strings around her
hips. She felt the silky smoothness of the pelt against her. Where
it touched her agonised nipples it inflamed them more. Where it
hung against her stomach, pulled against her hips, it sent shivers
of pleasure deep inside her. She wriggled again, as if having the
soft skin on her body would somehow release her from suffering, but
all that was released was more pain and more anxiety.